When the Ceiling Has Its Eyes Peeled

I don’t hear the ticking of a clock because I don’t have one that ticks.

My clock is silent and deadly, especially when my alarm goes off,

and I realize I have to get up and go to work.

So, my clock is a jerk in a way!

But, today, I think of you.

I wonder what really makes you smile,

I wonder what it’d be like to hold your hand and walk just one wonderful mile.

I wonder what your type is and guess that you probably like the sophisticated type of person,

I don’t think I’m that at all,

but dreaming doesn’t hurt anything, now does it?