I hear the tick tick tick...
and I feel the tock tock tock,
coursing through my veins
while the hours are becoming decades,
decades becoming centuries...

We are fed through lapse of time by figurines dangling on the wall.
Ticking and clicking.
A beat.
An ever incessant beat that our ever stumbling feet never seem to balance with.
We are always a second ahead, or seemingly so,
a second behind;
grasping and searching,
desperate to find,
an answer in how we capture the seconds creeping so casually between our fingers.

In that struggle with the tick,
and with our folly of the tock,
we stare in anguish at the clock,
missing moments that matter the most.


All the time we throw aside...