A clockwork imp
with mischievous fingers
winds my day for a bit of fun.
both fast and slow,
he'll play with time 'till my day is done.
The morning's work will drag and crawl
the afternoon will grind
but just as I step foot outside
he'll choose to change his mind.
should bring long hours
as daylight comes to close
but not for me, the imp decrees
and spins himself
on the grand clock's nose.
Inspired by: Mag 189