There is only
The tick of the clock,
Like a metronome
You need to keep
Rhythm,
A steady drum beat
To keep the heart pumping
And which tells you
The heart hasn’t stopped.
I can’t live in the moment,
Always looking ahead
Worse, back
To see how I got to
Where I am
And where I might
Ultimately go,
Or not go,
This tick letting me
Keep pace
With a world
That moves too fast
For me to keep up,
The past telling me
Who I am
Or how I became,
The future telling me
Who I might want
To become,
If I want to become
Anything,
What I am at this
Exact instant
Is beyond me.
I breathe. I think.
I count it on my fingers
But it still slips away
Only the ticking inside me
Tells me
I might still have a chance
To catch up
Some day.
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