Watch Yourself By Joe Hakim

Taking my watch off letting the burden on my arm, on my life, drop to the floor at the end of the night, A face so demanding, vain and arrogant; gets more attention than my own. How much of my life do I spend, looking at it, looking at them- the other hands at the end of my wrist, Willing them watching them to move forward, I want to go home, is it time to go home yet? But when I'm at home I'm staring again, and again and again, counting the seconds the minutes the hours, keeping track of just how much time I spend, Looking at my watch.

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2005

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