Truely my life is a great one. I have a home, nice and warm. I have plenty of nourishment, yes, plenty.
I am surrounded by knowledge. I know things many would be delighted to know. I have many acquantences who enjoy my
company.
This is a life many would be jealous of. A good, satisfied life. But why do I long for more? I feel I am a greedy soul,
just wanting to leech more and more and more and more. I should be happy with what I have, but I feel empty. As if
people just use me.
I am a clock. Just used for the telling of time. Nobody asks me how I'm feeling or how my day was. Nope, just using me
as an instrument. I want a cup of joe. I want to pet the cat. I want to live my life. However, that is inevitable.
For I am a clock. There is nothing I can do. or years I've been hanging on this wall. It's clean, sure, it's quite
comfortable, too. I just want equal treatment. However if a clock were to demand this he'd be ridiculed. The pains of
being one... It's a type of pain none shall know. I have banded a group of acquantences who believe in clock rights.
Why shall become one. We shall become all.
For I am a clock. Just a clock.