Ever since I was a kid
I’ve been killing time
Waiting and watching
As ticks go by on the clock face
Like some sneaky enemy
Creeping up on me
With both blades unsheathed
Always moving around
In its endless circle
But in deadly frozen motion,
With me, a bored child
Waiting for something to happen
Or someone to break
This shell of ice
To make the tick
finally break its eternal tock
that moment that goes
on and on
but almost never comes to pass
and when it does
I do not believe it
Waiting for that last tick
To finally click
Knowing deep in my heart
Time is never equal
And as hard to kill
As melting ice
It might well melt eventually
But always in its own
Sweet time.
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