Sit and listen
To the clock
The ticking
The tocking
Furnace fan
Droning on
In chorus
To the percussion of
The ticking
The tocking
Snapping off a beat
And fan’s low hum
A bird outside
Throws in a solo
A robin calling
For a mate
While I lay on my couch
And start to dream
About summer and
Not being told to stay inside
The ticking
The tocking
Time passing by the whole world
As we wait for the magical day
When the curve is flattened
And we’ve made it through
The ticking
The tocking
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
Sit and listen
To the clock
The ticking
The tocking
Furnace fan
Droning on
In chorus
To the percussion of
The ticking
The tocking
Snapping off a beat
And fan’s low hum
A bird outside
Throws in a solo
A robin calling
For a mate
While I lay on my couch
And start to dream
About summer and
Not being told to stay inside
The ticking
The tocking
Time passing by the whole world
As we wait for the magical day
When the curve is flattened
And we’ve made it through
The ticking
The tocking
Just my thoughts as I lay here on my couch listening to the clock during the quarantine.
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