The longer you stare at this picture,
the further time runs away.
a watch band, seeking fans of the band,
but the beat isn’t moving, the drummer’s still.
Once a pocket watch, watching the pocket
memories open a lockett, no case,
this watch is not about saving face.
Leather band, ripe for weathered hands,
both stood the test of time
like a blacksmith on the grind.
Watch a watch face,
at a steady pace, now you know it’s too late,
how long are you exchanging action at a foreign rate?
Time moves, so should you,
how many rhymes do I have to write for you to get the clue? Move!