Constrictions of Clocks

Expressions with furious intentions

Directions with blurred dimensions

Fixate upon your brain

Put glasses to your inner-eye

Smile when good comes

See the trees, standing tall

Fall over as your head tilts back

Let nature be the barrier between

Your mind and the smack 

Of your brain against the ground.

When the way is found,

Without doubt, continue down

The path set before you
Before time gets the best

Of you and of me

Regrettably going separate ways

Never experiencing each other

As we ought to have-

Because I had regret,

You lost interest.

Light changes the perspective of the eye.

Time reflects this process, going by

with a lack of inquisition or integrity

to humankind, respectively.

After all, man created

constrictions of clocks; 

he gets what he deserves

and rightfully so...