I'm tired and about to take a nap, so here is a poem I thought of when I couldn't sleep last night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ticking of the clock, days past, hours, minutes, seconds. I am not withered, I am not tired. My arms are broad, like sunlight to the people. For I am almighty. I do not hurry, I do not falter. For I am strong, like the will of a nation. I see all and hear all, to reassure and reassume. I've survived wars and plagues. For I am almighty. I am justification, I am perseverence. But one day, like all mortal things, I will die. For I am just a clock.