Winding

Time obsession
Wind the clock.
Lone confession
Dickery dock.

While I'm waiting,
You're always late.
Anticipating
My endless fate.

Hurry, hurry,
Hurry up.
Tea leaves scribbled
In the cup.

Tell my fortune,
While there's time.
On the brink
Of the bell chime.

Relax and breath,
For what's become
Of my life's purpose?
I am numb.

Time to get up.
Greet the day.
Comb and straighten
Cares away.

Always moving,
But never shows.
A moment's peace
I'll never know.

Zone S5E12