To Some a Watch, to Others a World

Time rolls, ticking from said watch.
Much like that of a symphony of jumbled
Micro problems
Ticking, not waiting.

Perhaps intricate mechanisms,
generalized, marginalized---

I cannot control all emotion,
Yet emotion shall not control me.
There is true substance in not knowing:
Holding hands with peaceful ignorance.
Reality is invoked, for the watch does not break
even by simple games of give and take.

Whether it is time, you hear the chime,
this my hands will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine.