The endless clock

The tick of the endless clock that is the heart of the world is echoing my in weary ears. Dawn after darkness comes to me time and time again signalling the birth of one day , the death of another. Why do we dance upon the thin wire that is life to the beat that time provides us. Ever will that confuse me, torment me and define me. The hovering shadow that is time, the shackle on the chain that we as humanity are forever bound. Such odd thoughts fill my mind this night.