My favorite time of day
Is when my broken clocks are right
Could be in the day
Could be in the night
Every once in a while
things falls into synk
It makes me kind of smile
But it only lasts a blink
But the clock is an illusion
That the world has made a task
It’s really an exclusion
Of the future and the past
Since they don’t really exist
Why should we label them?
But the world it does insist
When when when?
But my favorite time of day
Is when my broken clocks are right
When my world meets the one I’m in
And we all can unite