As time is made and lost

Treasure hunting, space exploring
Loud ringing erupting
Interrupting my dreams
Telling me to step out into reality
And chase them.

Seconds ticking, hands winding
Never ending.
Cycling around and around
With each passing moment as I grow
With its guidance.

6 at sunrise, 12 at midnight
It strikes
Along the passage of time
Never repeating, never returning
As time is made and lost
Behind the glass screen of my clock.