There's a broken wall clock in front of me
Just frozen in this fast paced world
Its arms forever at four-thirty
Like its stillness isn't absurd

I look at it and I wonder
How is it fair that it gets to stay in the moment
While I've to run faster than my legs can pump
And over the past lament

How does it get to rest
Without worrying about falling behind
While I am ever present in the race
Never trusting my own kind

And then as I looked harder at it I knew
The truth that was long overdue
The wallclock didn't get to stay in the moment,
It was stuck -
While I had the blessing to be able to move on.