Drag

Drag

If anyone can tell me what this poem means line by line, I will treat you to a free movie. Of course it is almost impossible =/

The clock ticks every second, every hour
half a dozen times have decayed
even the psychics do not have the power
to foresee what the world has to pay

the caring bird perches itself low down
it cant be seen in the busy side of town
I don’t want to keep my distance
but others wont, pause and think for an instance

to a land where the roots be
playing the game was not hard for me
the consequence that it had last
clocks! Not so fast

It’s like the portrait of the Mona Lisa
where it captures every scene
There were times when we leveled
Separated by a transparent screen

joy and happiness you portray
down inside its not the way
it’s the four walls with a key
you have to set yourself free

have you cut these wires short?
and left a memory dangling by the edge
the happy faces ground to dust
built by trust upon trust

At least there were windows
And I could see you from inside
in your hand was a picture
in that I knew I had died

I pray this is an illusion
and you’re the crafty magician
one day tell me the secrets to your trick
but do it before the clocks don’t tick

I’m not like that, I need signs
even the best cops need clues
can’t go on reminiscing about the times
between it needs some glue

I don’t want your possessions
If that’s what you think
Though I keep begging
there’s no other way to link

I can’t be alone
calling on other people
And I dare not show a sincere tone
It will make me seem feeble

besides, the best go with the best
the poor fall nonetheless
though the hunt is alluring
a no end is the king

with the remaining ticks lef
tlet the truth be seen
maybe the heart is not open to theft
and I will not anymore intervene