An old watch keeps time in my pocket.
Does it show the time of the day?
Or spin away the remaining hours of a lifetime?
With numbers big and bold,
And hands covering the face of old
I take out my treasure
And watch as the hours spin away.
The second hand dances around the watch face,
As the minutes crawl on by
Iâ€™m hypnotized by the circular motion
As I watch the hours fly into the abyss
And the days of my life spin away