Music blares in my ears.
Maybe it’ll drown out the sound of the ticking clock. In those moments of silence between songs, I hear it louder than ever. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Once in a while an inspirational song comes on; telling me that I could be standing in the Hall of Fame and for a moment, I believe that I can get through this. The ticking loses its volume a bit.
Other times, it’s a song with a catchy beat and I throw my hands up and dance. I dance to the beat of the clock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.  
Sometimes, it a song with lyrics I wish I could say in reality. I notice feeling regretful makes the clock tick louder. And last but not least comes the rap song. I forget everything as I try to keep up with the song. I always feel a sense of satisfaction when I manage to get the words right. In my own way, for those 4 mins 32 seconds, I beat the clock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Oh! And I almost forget that awkward song in your playlist that you always have to explain. For me it’s a random French song. It always makes me reminisce and wish I could turn back the clock. I lose myself in my memories and before I know it, the song ends. The clock waits for no one. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
I never realised I had so many emotions in my playlist. I turn of the music and attempt to continue with my work. I check my watch for the time and the incessant ticking haunts me again. My watch straps feel like shackles, even though my watch is digital.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock