If I will ever get old,
Every morning I will be sitting
somewhere in my house
Already prepared to hear every bit
from the ticking clock
that hanged on my neck

I will be counting along from one to several hundreds
Until I cough and start over again -
another several hundreds
Second by second

I will be staring at the screen
There will be news or some fictional stories -
And the moving lips and the sounds of words
Will keep me company

I will be thinking that time feels different
A memory can be played in my head
And a second will be long enough for it
Too long to me to see again
If I will ever get older