As the time caught up,
she lifted her head to the ticking
of the clock hands,

They had never been still,
from the day of fresh born life
through days of silky pink smiles,
flowing blue tears, flashing white pain,
pooling red love,

No second had ever paused
as she was once filled with hopeless anxiety,
innocent uncertainty, scars of remorse,
shivery longing,

There were moments when she saw the wonders,
instances where she was blind with contempt,
most of the time, she went with the flow
so at the end, she felt saddened and hollow
because it had never been about true happiness,

She now wishes for a second chance
but her time is up,
she lifts her head to the ticking
of the clock hands,
and tries not to think too much.