The Hands of Time

I’m surrounded by clocks
with hands that never stop.
I feel time slipping
with my reality shifting.
How can something I can’t see
afford me the chance to breathe?
I never question the hands
that control my time and plan.
I live the best I can.
I’ve escaped the hands of time
and found hands just like mine.

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