(For all the lovers of fantasy and Sci-fi fiction)
A blind watchmaker sits at the seam
Weaving time from every dream
Making sure that seconds do not go to waste
as every clock is running out of steam.
The wheels of time are turning around
The monks wail that things are upside down
Because the sweeper has got a golden eye
And time stops when the sweeper dies.
And when time stops the world it weeps
Because sadness of death, it starts to creep
Life is slow dying, it’s a matter of time
When time starts dying, so will mankind.
So to save all mankind, the blind watchmaker wakes
Sitting at the seams of time, he takes
Every wasted second from every dream
Until every clock gets back its steam.