Slow in appearance
Yet deep Thinkers
The cause for time
Standing still
Sharp minds
hasten the grandfather clock
The sounds of the hands
Provokes more ideas
Unlike acumen minds
These beings are locked in hours
As They stare into space
Freezing mille seconds
Gratitude is owed
To the flawed cognitions
the minority
the outcasts of this universe
The world depends on thoughts
Substance in the hourglass
Is bound by gravity
Precious moments seeping through
At a conditional pace


