The clock is a circle

The clock is a square

The clock can be found anywhere

Up and down

Left and right

The hand will spin so hang on tight

Day and night it never ends

The cycle just repeats again

Until you lose your grip

And start to slip

You use all your might to hang on tight

But the clock gets set ignite

The clock melts

Time has stopped

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen the top

The handle dips into the fire

Going down was your only desire

But now coming into the flames

Your legs begin to feel the pain

The cycle has ended, no more ticking

The heat keeps the clock dripping

You drop down into the fire

Going down was your only desire

But now there’s none because you’re dead

So this poem comes to an end