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.