Meddler


The kitchen floor sparkles
Broken shreds of glass

"I'll fix it if it's the last thing I do"

That poor old clock
I told you it was fine
Hours and minutes correct

But you hated it

"the second hand doesn't move"
"the click click is to loud!"

You always hated that clock.

I told you please stop
Not everything needs fixed
You ignored me
You needed it to be your way; everything your way..

So now there it sits
Broken on the floor

Maybe this time you'll learn
Not everything needs to be your way.

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