Sep 07. 2026

Eye 95
Star201

I have a face but never smile I have two hands but never dial I chase each second round and round Yet I never make a single sound I can hang upon a wall with pride Or rest upon a desk and hide In towers tall I may be found Sometimes I wake you with a sound I never sleep yet night will come I never speak yet tell you some I have no legs but time I chase And never leave my resting place What am I