i wanna try poe-tree:

dime store hoods robbed me blind
of my clock and my time
seeing eye dogs barked aloud
their employers are very proud
i found a new watch today
i think it's mine painted grey

red eyed flights soar over my head
white clouds give air street cred
on the ground i roam 'mongst crime
still i know the sky she's mine
let me on that plane right now
i'll attach my snow cloud plow

space and time are one i'm told
but they both seem so insincere
they leave you lying, dying cold
the same bat place, same bat year
don't remind me they're even there
i won't adjust my lack of care