Tick tick tick, the sound was still ticking. Tickling my mind. Yet inside there was something still missing. I'm behind the curve. My mind can't keep up with my words. My brain can't pass its turn. Trying to stay awake is like biting into a stale steak... Its hard. My arm is so far away I can barely lift it. My legs are so stray they won't stay near me. Suddenly my eyes go black and I can think clearly. "Relax" says the cataracts of my soul (at its best). My synapses rest as I prepare for the synopsis of what's next. Dream on... Time moves fast, but the ticking chime moves so slow, everything in my mind goes out the window.
This is part two of the ticking clock poem where I fall asleep.