freewrite after listening to Mos Def

hear me ticking and tocking, as the seconds sweeps through, confused, stripped of my hands when you need my help the most, and yet feel like I love you more then I ever loved a person. two far away too far away. know for awhile money can't solve everything, blood is thicker then water, but blood runneth over the cup when pushed to hard. I would cut you free, I would open the cage door, and stand as an imperfect man to your perfect fugazi untill we can embrace at the right time when time stops and we are the moving hands on the clock ticking slowly to the rest of our lives. But I guess the time spent together would move faster like hurricane winds only to change to just a breeze when we part again.