Clock..
Clock..
Each second that
I had spent for you,
torments me today.
What I had considered
valuable before is a mere trinket of time,
the second hand of the clock fell taunting me to have played second fiddle to you.
I had squandered my time for you,
I had squandered my seconds for you.
Yes,
it's high time to do poetic justice for me,
remoulding my personality
to perfection.
Perspiring to prove my mettle to the world.