Clocking

The sky's divided into two
To what you see and what you don't
We've lost tracks, distractions
We're living like if we're plastic
While our soul's elastic and bare
We see what we see and think without thinking
We know what we're knowing
And still roll with the same notion
That all is divine, it's misleading
These things that we see, what we see, what we see

These are the sands of the hourglass that melt away
As time passes, the shadows change their places
In their solar slow motion rotation
Wasting all this emotion
On everything but local commotion

This is the sound of a clock
A silent ticking that's catching up
Knowing you're not looking
It's a cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
And through this space we chase what tocks
And we're hypnotized, we're left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this weight when all is done
When conscious hits and all is gone

All this light blinds you
It's what you feel and what you don't
You can't tell the difference between our plastic
And the elastic soul that's there

This is the sound of a clock
A silent ticking that's catching up
Knowing you're not looking
It's a cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
And through this space we chase what tocks
And we're hypnotized, we're left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this weight when all is done
When conscious hits and all is gone

These are the sands of the hourglass that melt away
As time passes, the shadows change their places
In their solar slow motion rotation
Wasting all this emotion
On everything but local commotion