When I was a young man a pack on my back off for adventures I'd go with just the few belonging I had on my back I'd take myself down to the sea and to there lived the life of a free man a loner Is what I was happy to be for no one did I need All that I had was the sky sea and the sand only other sound being that was that of the seagulls who made their nests In the cliff above me Falling to sleep to each night to the sounds of the sea to wake In the morning to Incoming tide awake and refreshed from the salt sea air for this was another day I'd live being free
With a pack on my back all had In to the world I'd go and to live by the sea to live a free man
Sometimes It's almost as If I'm looking through a window out on my life I see all laid out In front me I can see every bit of my life I try to reach touch but I can't, for I see Helen dressed beautiful In a lovely two-piece green suit she used wear when she was sweet Sixteen Try to call her name but the windows won't open In desperation I'm trying to attract her attention by waving my arms around but she can't see me It's as If I don't exist, she just continues sitting on her garden gate looking so pretty Just as she always did It almost as If I'm asleep but I'm fully awake or least feels that way or perhaps I think of Helen so much I'm just going plain crazy
Not sure If I'm awake or dreaming or perhaps just plain crazy
Tick tick tick, the sound was still ticking. Tickling my mind. Yet inside there was something still missing. I'm behind the curve. My mind can't keep up with my words. My brain can't pass its turn. Trying to stay awake is like biting into a stale steak... Its hard. My arm is so far away I can barely lift it. My legs are so stray they won't stay near me. Suddenly my eyes go black and I can think clearly. "Relax" says the cataracts of my soul (at its best). My synapses rest as I prepare for the synopsis of what's next. Dream on... Time moves fast, but the ticking chime moves so slow, everything in my mind goes out the window.
This is part two of the ticking clock poem where I fall asleep.