Times of the Sun

It is an odd thing, time is.

The clock’s delicate melody
Seems to be at odds with the 
Heavy hammering of my heart.
How can something so mechanical
Aim to control our lives so entirely?
But I suppose it is us who give it power.
It is our pure mortal aim for control 
For restrictions, for organization,
That gives it purpose.
If I had the choice
If my life wasn’t in it’s death grip already
I would toss that ticking damnation
Out of the window. Good riddance. 
And plunge myself into the world
When life’s only timer was the
Rising and setting of the Great Sun.

Author's Note

What do you think?
P.S. Might as well ignore any grammatical mistakes. I'm rather good at spelling but when it comes to the intricacies of proper comma placement I'm quite hopeless.

Reviews

[nono]

I like this it's pretty cool! And you know what when you write grammar is nothing! I SAY WRITE WHATEVER YOU WANT AND DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT ANYONE SAYS OR THINKS! Your talented always remember that your going to go far! Keep it up!