Clock and Bed

The clock ticks so loud,

a constant rhythm in my dream,

My bed is a cloud that sails far supreme.


The clock turns in to a sun

I’m still in my bed

Wake up, Wake up! the clock hits my head.

Time wants me to go

But the bed says no

Fight for my love continues between those two.

I stopped their fight,

And promised my bed

That I’ll come back tonight.

Bed, pillow, clock and the whole mess of this image belongs to me.

Published by Bala

I'm a technology enthusiast, thought leader. I write about product management, software architectures, leadership and much more.

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