It's 11, said the clock Yet again reminding Me how it rules me My life It commands me To sleep Sleep for tomorrow Sleep for waking up To go to work. To attend calls Which could have been avoided To write mails Which could have been better edited. To eat sleep and repeat Without emotion Without intention With single minded agenda To earn wages and pension. It's 11, said the clock again Melancholic its tick tock Reminds me what I have become A puppet of time Whose span is about to run. Even before I do, I am forced to Waking up to death Every day. #wakinguptodeath #wakeup #death #livingdead #time #liveyourlife
