The Clockwork Madness

In a world where the gears spin wild,
Time’s a tangled mess of smiles and frowns.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the pendulum’s trial —
In the labyrinth of sanity, who wears the crown?

The clock strikes thirteen, but who’s counting?
Madness is a dance in disorder’s embrace.
Here’s to the jesters with minds mismounting —
Finding solace in chaos’ face.

Cuckoo birds sing out of tune,
As seconds waltz with centuries.
Reason melts like wax at noon,
In this carnival of absurdities.

Hands of time twist and bend,
Pointing to nowhere and everywhere.
In this clockwork without end,
Sanity’s but a fleeting prayer.

Gears grind against the grain,
Spinning tales of senseless rhyme.
In this mechanical refrain,
We find freedom sublime.

So wind the springs of your mind,
Let cogs of creativity unwind.
In this madness, we’re aligned —
A clockwork dance of humankind.

For in this world of ticks and tocks,
Where logic’s locked in paradox,
We find our truths in broken clocks,
And madness becomes our lodestar.