Broken Barriers

Willy-nilly wobbly wool
In all the corners find this thread

Hilly once the folly culled
Falling spinning in your bed

Cupboards filled with men so dark
Guitars played loud the Rock

Bags upon the heppy face
Are ripped and mewing stops

Laser, razor, straighten sand
All of time within your hand
Thoughts are post-its, fire brands
Beware for memories stalk this land

One
Two
Five
Ten
Point at clock

Time always ticks,
it’s you that stops!

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