The Clock

Ahmed Mohamed
Ahmed Mohamed

I did it

I made something

That only I can understand

Round the digits the hands move

The sound: soft and beautiful

I could listen all day

Maybe if I showed it to her

She’ll love me more

She’ll see how brilliant I am

How smart I am

she’ll smile

While I enjoy the proud look on her face

she’ll finally agree to be mine

And we’ll never be apart

But she didn’t get to see it

It got into the wrong hands

Everyone was scared

They called in the authorities

I’m being driven away

With my wrists caught in chain

What wrong have I done?

For making a clock

I only want to stop time

Whenever I’m with her

Now she’ll never know

How much I care

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