Gears turn on with a rhythmic "tick-tock";
There are never idle hands on a clock.
Ages wax while other ages wane.
Bright stars fall while others rise to fame.
As the hour hand buries the arcane,
The minute hand shuffles shells in its game.
The hands of time can push us together.
The hands of time can pull us apart.
The hands of time will go on forever
As long as they can still shatter a heart.