Tick tock, tick tock <br />the track never stops <br />in the mechanism that is my brain <br />remember this <br />remember that <br />the ginger cat is on the mat <br />yet again i have missed my train <br /> <br />scrawlings on my hand <br />time for the airplane to land <br />in case I forget the information <br />read the same thing 3 times <br />maybe 4 or 5 lines <br />simply fueling idol procrastination <br />fixation or clarity? <br />displays of public vulgarity <br />leaves you outside of people and the norm <br />toy cars and toy soldiers <br />fools with guns in their holsters <br />spreading an incessant silver storm <br /> <br />knowledge of today <br />has to be knowledge of tomorrow <br />imagine an army of the discerning <br />sitting children on stools <br />establishing a system of rules <br />doesn't really sound like learning <br />'its the way the world is spun <br />'don't let it worry you son <br />focus on work you're set <br />so you can get your degree <br />and be happy you see' <br />which to me sounds like a threat <br /> <br />STOP ten nine eight <br />to what will it equate? <br />am I mad or simply concerned? <br />Are we all a little bit crazy? <br />is this why I'm lazy? <br />Does sanity have to be earned? <br />Now I'm back at at square one <br />hating the chicken run <br />knowing outside the grass is greener <br />three taps and a cough <br />now shutting off, <br />my private misdemeanour <br /> <br />with the whole house asleep <br />me and mary can greet <br />and the clocks can all stop ticking <br />see Im free from my brain <br />and can catch my train <br />ceasing all unwelcome thinking <br /> <br />-J.C. Reiner<br /><br />Dylan Stallard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-fourty-one/
