Mr. Clockwork

Mr. Clockwork,

Where's all your nuts and bolts?

Your tools and dilly-dads?

Why so empty?

The broken come to be fixed

The jars want to be filled

The books need to be used

So why are you stuck in place?

Not doing a single thing.

You stand for hours collecting dust

Not a movement to be seen

It's hard to believe you're even running

With such a loss of time

Have you forgotten?

All the functions inside you?

If I touched the time...

If I tried to help you

Would it even matter?

Stop staring at the wall!

Answer me!

Why won't you...

Answer me, Mr Clockwork?...