They Say

They say that
Even a broken clock is right twice a day
And I nod as though
I know what that means

Because the only time I know
Is liquid and changing
And if it's 5:40 now
It will be half past noon
Next Tuesday
In an hour or so

They say that
Punctuality is important
And I don't argue
Though arguments scream within me

Because I know punctuality
As a pointless labryinth
A trap of nothing
Meaningless
And if I'm on time I'm late
Too late to be prepared

They say that
History repeats itself
And I try not to smile mockingly
I do my valiant best

Because the reality I'm aware of,
The history I know is fluid
And not repeating, but stuck
On pause, aware of what's coming
But forced to wait in suspense
For a consequence

They say that
I'm a little crazy
And I try to tell them
With a glance, if not in words

That yes, they're right,
I am a little crazy
But so are all those
Little things, like second hands,
They all cling to
As sane