. Everyone is up
. In this amber land
. The trees are soulless
. The ground is the sand,
. And the animals are the hands
. Of time
. The water doesn’t appear
. It is deep within the cogs
. Or up above the glass
. That keeps us sealed
. Within this spear
. It does not ever come,
. It is always dry
. The food that keeps us alive
. with the water that makes us new
. We are stuck deep within this
. soulless land.
. With no escape
. Unless
. We try to break the glass
. That keeps our souls in this land
. It is said to be easy
. We just need many
. But having no hands, and too much sand
. Of time
. Made us feeble
. So that we are not strong
. We can’t make a crack
. To try and revive our souls
. From this soulless land
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Submission Name: It is Just Clockwork
