The ticking of the clock
One that's unheard of
Blares loudly in my head.
The hands of the minute
Seem to be running
Such that minutes become seconds
And time as a concept
Becomes nothing.
I feel as though I'm flying
On an expressway through time
Waiting for "past time"
To catch up with me.
(c.c)
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
The ticking of the clock
One that's unheard of
Blares loudly in my head.
The hands of the minute
Seem to be running
Such that minutes become seconds
And time as a concept
Becomes nothing.
I feel as though I'm flying
On an expressway through time
Waiting for "past time"
To catch up with me.
(c.c)
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