The Clock Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

O, he was bit by a thousand red ants
The man with clouds of murmur and complain
He tries again to get all what he wants
And hesitates if he’ll act or abstain
The soul, the heart and mind were on the war
With anger and hatred, he waits what’ll come
And ask himself if his race will ascend
But his dirty pride doesn’t go to an end
He doesn’t see or even know where it’s from
Bad ego is the days of his calendar
And he cheats himself in every life’s test
And wants the prize but he forgot to bow
It will lead him not to succeed the quest
He needed to change and the time was now.