Robert Fulton
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
My eyes burn holes into the clock's mocking face.
It stares back, not flinching.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
My eyes lazily walk down a spiral staircase
finally landing on her.
Brown hair cascades over her shoulders,
her tight striped shirt hugs her,
like her future husband will
when the band of commitment is
snug around her finger.
With tiny hands she furiously
jots notes (Robert Fulton-inventor of steamboat)
And now shes standing on the deck
hair dancing a waltz with the wind,
white dress billowing around her knees.
She smiles, the sort of genuine smile
that only happens in a daydream like this,
and the spray is jumping up around her,
the dry sun twinkling off the droplets.
Her wide brimmed sun hat
suddenly is soaring through the sky,
running away along the river.
And she laughs and
I laugh because
this is paradise and
she is happy and
I am happy and
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
My eyes burn holes into the clock's mocking face.
It stares back, not flinching.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
My eyes lazily walk down a spiral staircase
finally landing on her.
Brown hair cascades over her shoulders,
her tight striped shirt hugs her,
like her future husband will
when the band of commitment is
snug around her finger.
With tiny hands she furiously
jots notes (Robert Fulton-inventor of steamboat)
And now shes standing on the deck
hair dancing a waltz with the wind,
white dress billowing around her knees.
She smiles, the sort of genuine smile
that only happens in a daydream like this,
and the spray is jumping up around her,
the dry sun twinkling off the droplets.
Her wide brimmed sun hat
suddenly is soaring through the sky,
running away along the river.
And she laughs and
I laugh because
this is paradise and
she is happy and
I am happy and
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
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