Eyes follow hands around the clock
And I’m obsessed to rhyme
I need to express
No matter the hour, day or night
These foolish notions I must confess
And to one, it might be nonsense
Yet to another
It just could be brilliance
Either way, it brings a smile to my mother
Staring at the contents of the refrigerator
Wasted time, well maybe so
Now it’s a minute later
Than it was a minute ago
Sometimes I’m perplexed
Between what I just did
And what I’ll do next
Guess I’m just an analytical kid
Have you never been split between yes and no?
A decision sooner or later you know
But at the moment, you struggle to find
I ask forgiveness for wasting your time
And send you back to your previous endeavor
I’ll continue on with mine
As the second hand ticks on and on forever