Arms stretching, reaching
for the next
second
An endless parade, moving forward
But Pan dances
on the face of the clock
to mock
the mindless
ticking
Clockwise, clockwise
never to counter
He pulls the shadow off his form
aimlessly chasing it,
pushing it on
just to go back again
to mock
the mindless
ticking
He moves over
through
in-between
under
That’s the beauty of living
outside the clock
We get lost in the muck
raided by pirates (thieves of time)
That’s the danger of
living within,
without
Fight, Fly on
to that awfully big adventure
mock
the mindless
ticking
It’s not about where you should be
It’s in the Journey
