IT'S POETRY FRIDAY (#2)

     Hello. This is another poem for your viewing pleasures. (For all 2-3 of you that actually read this, for the rest of you, there are no boobs here, move along.) I again wrote this one, and again, I wrote it at night and I really like it. I wrote it a few weeks ago. I wonder what meanings the lot of you can perhaps find. By the way, every word used was used deliberately, there are no mistakes on my part. Everything was used as intended. Make of it what you will.

Tick tock

Tick tock, said the clock,

With a silent knock,

From which my eyes did lock,

And then did I see

One becomes three

How does it hide from me?

Four two long I linger by the door,

Now stuck so high above the floor,

I don't want to be here anymore,

The tension grows, I can't ignore,

My desperate desire to flee

So soon and so far shall I be free

But only when one becomes three

Tick tock, said the clock.