If i asked the world for silence
The clocks would still tick.
I'm filled with reluctance to observe
That each clock in my house
Is set to a different time.
Tick.
Tick.
My body hammers a frantic rhythm
That isn't attuned to music.
But instead an ache beneath my bones
That i will never be able to reach.
Because the clocks are changing
And time does not wait for you to catch up.
My brain is curdled with thoughts
Like milk i refuse to throw away
Just because it fills the space.
And i can not help the shake of my fingers
Or the ticking in my head
from a clock I do not own.
But instead a reminder to my soul
That time is ticking.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
If i asked the world for silence
The clocks would still tick.
I'm filled with reluctance to observe
That each clock in my house
Is set to a different time.
Tick.
Tick.
My body hammers a frantic rhythm
That isn't attuned to music.
But instead an ache beneath my bones
That i will never be able to reach.
Because the clocks are changing
And time does not wait for you to catch up.
My brain is curdled with thoughts
Like milk i refuse to throw away
Just because it fills the space.
And i can not help the shake of my fingers
Or the ticking in my head
from a clock I do not own.
But instead a reminder to my soul
That time is ticking.
