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This poem connects the concepts of time and the hope of tomorrow, to the idea that the unknown offers more hope than what we believe is normal. Hopefully this poem doesn't sound too dark, as it is supposed to be hopeful!

Slaves of the Day

A ticking clock speaks lives;

A ticking clock speaks lives; manipulating muscles

A ticking clock speaks lives; manipulating muscles with fingers far too long.

A ticking clock speaks lives; manipulating muscles with fingers far too long. The droning rhythm of the day ticks on,

A ticking clock speaks lives; manipulating muscles with fingers far too long. The droning rhythm of the day ticks on, and dictating tomorrow,

A ticking clock speaks lives; manipulating muscles with fingers far too long. The droning rhythm of the day ticks on, and dictating tomorrow, is puppet master clock.

Strings to make our limbs dance,

Strings to make our limbs dance, and collapse on the floor

Strings to make our limbs dance, and collapse on the floor when left alone with no master.

Strings to make our limbs dance, and collapse on the floor when left alone with no master. But the keeper of the day stands,

Strings to make our limbs dance, and collapse on the floor when left alone with no master. But the keeper of the day stands, strong, confident, rich with pride.

Strings to make our limbs dance, and collapse on the floor when left alone with no master. But the keeper of the day stands, strong, confident, rich with pride. And is worshiped still.

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise:

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream,

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream, a day that will never come.

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream, a day that will never come. In our blissful ignorance

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream, a day that will never come. In our blissful ignorance we refuse to see

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream, a day that will never come. In our blissful ignorance we refuse to see that the sun only falls

Our beloved sun god comes with a promise: Tomorrow, a hope, a dream, a day that will never come. In our blissful ignorance we refuse to see that the sun only falls to start another today.

And the very gap we fear is where tomorrow's dream resides.

And the very gap we fear is where tomorrow's dream resides. As slaves of the day, the only escape

And the very gap we fear is where tomorrow's dream resides. As slaves of the day, the only escape is to step into the night.

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