
Written in the time between twelve thirty and one thirty. Just me 'reflecting' upon this period of time.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Mystery - Words: 215 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2401597
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The Time Between Twelve Thirty and One Thirty
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Is it day or night at the moment?
I have no idea whether it's dark or light
Something tells me that it's night
And it fills my head with fright
Where the hell is my watch?
All I hear are sounds from the grandfather clock
Chiming one time
Just once
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And I'm wondering what time it might be
Is it twelve thirty, one or one thirty?
It is time for my mind to get dirty
Suddenly I feel so uncertain
All I hear is another toll from the old clock
Chiming one time
Just once
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These moments are so strange to me
Filled with confusion and mysteries
How can I sleep when it's so much I don't know?
How can I stay awake
When I know it's time to sleep?
My eyes they are so deep
And I see nothing but hear another toll
Strange
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Apparently I was aware from the beginning
And suddenly I don't feel confused anymore
I can not remember why and what for
I feel like opening up my door
But what is it that I hear?
A noise from the old and dusty clock in the corner
Chiming one time
Just once
What the hell?
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