You

You

No one
like you

Not even
you

You must
live on

Till the
unknown

Tickin the
watch

You lay
idle

Only the
strike of
your hand

Brings some
order

To the
man passin
by

You wait
a second

And the
stab on
your head

Man, you
must run

Once again,
no time
to rest

Not even
the wall

On which
you hang

Shrugs you
off

On the
ground, lie
you

Caution: This might be all theory

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