Do you remember the first time you got a watch?
Shiney, new, and all yours to own.
Do you remember how it stole your heart?
Running away in a stone ridden cart
Dividing it up into six equal pieces.
And taking each one across the land
So we cannot hold hand in hand.
Do you remember how it tore your left from your right?
Splitting your soul with heft and might.
Ruling the flow of life and spirit
With a heart of stone, with nothing in it
Just the tick and tock of a quartz rock
Heartless and cruel, with no sense to fuel
Ruling our hearts with the beat of a drum
But not with the rhythm of a heartful hum
Instead our heart beat with a tock
As we all are ruled by the kitchen clock.