tick tock goes the clock of time
as painful as watching a mime
who is at the top of the bell tower
who decides the ringing hour
the hands on the face
constantly changing our space
what is the lesson of patience
how long one can stay in silence
before letting the rage roar
and one's foot stamping the floor
why must we learn this way
we are just wondering the day
waiting and waiting and wondering when
we can start waiting all over again
