There is a clock on my wall
Every hour it makes a duck call
It makes me feel good to hear the quack, quack, quack
It helps me to get get my focus back
I lose my focus in a million ways
It’s like an infinite loop of streaming buffets
Just as I get ready to reach for something in my mind
The banquet table spins and leaves me behind
Maybe if I wore regalia and had a fork in each hand
I could pin something down that I could understand