Tick
Tick
Tick
As seconds turn to minutes
The Sound becomes empty.
Empty, hollow, and simply hypnotic.
Tick
Tick
Tick
Merely waiting
Even if for no specific purpose
How can this simple sound of a clock-
The Sound that is echoing off
The walls and into
My ears-
Hold so much meaning?
Every little sound,
Every tick
Brings us closer to death
Yet we still take so much for granted.
Why not go the distance?
Live life.
Tick
Tick
Tick
Because life will go away fairly fast,
And you'll never know when.
Why?
Because life is shor-
Tick
Tick
Tick
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