A ticking clock sits crooked on the kitchen wall only to help us wave
the seconds goodbye.

Why did we stare at it everyday?
It's the same routine just the next day.
It becomes the next week, the next month,  then the next year.

The seconds go by with
many desolute moments
and many cringe worthy processes.

Where does all this time go while it crushes our dreams, destroys our ambitions, as we sip on a pina colada
on a beach to nowhere

Is it 5 o'clock somewhere?

Feels like midnight though
with a full moon
crossing over with rainclouds
that are beckoning to be heard.
Time didn't stand still for
those thunderstorms in our bedrooms,
but we did welcome them in.

Glancing back at the clock on the wall,
the essence of time keeps going.
We cannot retreive those lost seconds until we capture the moments
we have together.