Theme: A craftsman obsessed with tracking time, who realizes the best moments cannot be measured.
The brass and iron gears begin to spin,As tiny springs are wound with steady care.The ticking heart of metal beats within,To measure out the seconds hanging there.He spends his years to capture every hour,And locks the fleeting days in silver cases;He seeks to rule the grand, unyielding powerThat etches lines upon our changing faces.But as he watches evening turn to night, (The Volta/Turn)He sees a shooting star across the sky.A sudden flash of wild, unmeasured lightThat leaps beyond the gears and passes by.No ticking clock can catch a bleeding heart,The finest moments break the grid apart.
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