A Wound Up Clock

A Wound Up Clock There is no describing an infinite number of progressions that transgress time with each rhyme It’s a dance of chance that hops, skips, jumps and bumps to any tune that you happen to have playing in the room The juxtaposition of theme and scheme provides for variety which is sorely needed in today’s mundane society You can pull up to a bar and get your feelings right, right along with a tour of a universe yet to be traversed If you’ve ever wished upon a star know that your dreams can come true with each and every machination of your imagination It’s a wound up clock running off of loose springs and sprockets.   All that’s required is for you to hit the switch and get ready to ride a rocket