I've looked
For time
Beneath my bed
Yet all I found
Was a doll
With buttons
For eyes
As I held it
In my hands
It slipped
From my grasp
And shattered
On the wooden floor
I gave up my search
So now
I am here
My friend advised
To forget
Of such
Splenetic concept
I won't resist
As I am relentless
I peered
Above my bed
Only to find
The clock at rest
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