Redundancy

-Redundancy-
by
Keaton Foster



Upon a mantle
In a distant castle
A once impenetrable fortress
Of a mighty king
That no longer lives
Is a clock, tick tock
Away it goes
Unknown of its only role
It keeps perfect time
As it counts down life
Each tedious second
Every impossible hour
Of each brutally predictable day
Who placed it there
Who wound its gears is unclear
Could it have been built
By some deity of chance
Or maybe a god
Of absolute circumstance
Maybe it was created by a desperate man
Trying to extend his own mortality
His attempt to resist fates impartiality
Could such a clock come to be out of thin air
Something created from once nothing
Is there a power greater than man
Greater than all deities spoken
A slighted hand, doing what it can
Adjusting the odds
As the game plays along
Inside its works, is their some
Unknown force, driving it forward
Or could it just be a simple machine
Gears, pulleys, springs, and chains
All working in a concert of perfection
Doing what it must
Without regard and despite of us
No one really knows
No one dares to assume
Faith appears to be the only master of such time
It has become fodder for the mundane
A livable disease that many suffer from
They all want it to be much more
Than a simple clock, keeping time
They all want to put their everything within time
Not I, I want it only to be a machine
The mechanical redundancy of our species
Set into motion, long before each second
That has since passed…




Redundancy
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.