Clock

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