Watching a clock upon the wall, it's no longer telling time,
it has stopped in rebellion, wanting time to stand still,
apparently to show us all that it's in charge.
Showing us it is the reason we can tell what time of night
or day it is, laughing at it's innocent idea, going along
with it in this little poem because I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem