Just like a clock I stand there 

Watching, Waiting, Judging

Hoping one day you'll loook at me and not in angst or anger

Maybe one day you'll hear my ticking as a calming gesture

or just stand there admiring all my scratches that turned to woodwork. 

Maybe you'll enjot the way i'm not like the other's, I dont shine in the sun.

But until then I'll just stand there 

Watching, Waiting, Judging 

Until I find my Horologist.