Clock With No Hands
There has to be a single place
Where you may just sit
Somewhere between the land and space
Somewhere time does not have a permit
I want just to sit on a shore and think
With the stress of life left far behind
Where reality rests before me on the brink
A life that everyone has always pined
A land where clocks have no hands
There is no reason to know the time
Because the world has no demands
No conflict and only a peacetime
But that land could not exist
It is only a dream that so many dream
Someday that dream will be missed
And the peace will be farther away than it seems
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