Life Like a Clock

My life's like a clock.
The gears perfectly shaped
to mesh together with little flaws.
But the main flaw is seen so simply.
The repetitive nature of it all.
Seeing my life's experiences
coming back to meet me again.
The same things happening over and over.
I can almost hear the tick and the tock
as my heart beats and pumps.
The lazy movement of the pendulum as it swings
just as my mind swings from thought to action.
But the action and thought are the same as before.
Oh, how I wish I could move the gears,
slide them out of place,
to spin independently,
to break the sequential pendulum,
to life a new and interesting life,
one like water, that flows,
but whose movement is never quite exact.
That is what I wish,
but my luck is never so.
Doomed to live the same,
never to be who I want to be.