If thats the way it is, then thats the way it is

or does it have to be? Am I the product of some destiny, perpetual machine that like a ticking clock only moves in one direction regardless of where we may slide the hands. The hands of time are they just a mere show, just some aesthetic face ticking away. All the while unabashingly gears grinding digging more and more into each other wearing away flecks of metal with every hour.  Am I just hands facing outward appearing to control the time, no wiser to the previous minute. Anybody reading my face can read the time and likely take it as fact, only until you read your own watch and see something much different.

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