Tick Tock
Tick tock,
The hands spin round
We all heard the clock
but together we ignored it,
It was distant, beyond our sight
There’s still time left
There’ll always time left,
Right?
We’re glowing,
Family and friends, we’re huddled against the cold
Like burning coals
Together, a small fire
And then a single word
Sends a quiver and
Shiver through me
And threatens to break apart
This peaceful moment
One word
College
Tick tock
Suddenly the clock’s a lot louder
Before it was a whisper
Now it’s a war horn
The tanks of time marching closer
And now the panic begins to rise
My time is suddenly limited
What do I do with something
That’s in dwindling supply?
Twelve months
Two Semesters
One year left
Tick Tock
I can barely manage my time in a day
Much less three hundred and sixty five of them!
And every time I try
and promise to myself
That I’ll figure out how to use it best
I wake up to a clock that reads it’s half past midday
And the homework and chores pile up
Higher than my GPA ever will
Feels like it’s just one day more wasted
And now that question begins to rise
Oh I love to ask it,
But I refuse to think
of an answer
How do I say goodbye
When the time runs out?
Because over eighteen years
In this small city
I built up a pile of treasure
Given by the man upstairs
He gave some every time
laughter was shared around a table
Or an arm was put around my shoulder
He gave some
Every time in the evening
That the sun would cast
It’s soft golden arms across the sky
And the crickets would come out and play their symphony
Celebrating the good-night
So just a succinct “good-bye”
To those
that have shared their houses and hearts with me
To this place I’ve called home
For 17 years
Seems like paying a penny
For this mountain of gold
Tick tock,
it ticks and tocks down
And the question’s still there
But for every bike ride around town
Every meal we share
For every second I spend with you
The prospect of saying goodbye is like a nightmare
That you haven’t quite had yet
But you know it’s coming,
And you won’t wake up from it
When it does
Maybe...that’s the real key here
See I have two options
One, I can stand here till I’m as blue as the sky
Wasting my breath and time
Trying to figure out how to say good-bye
Attempting to cross the bridge
a mile before we get there
Or
The clock may be rushing
but I don’t have to
I can whittle the minutes and hours long down
Till it’s all been wasted
Trying to deal with the potentials of what’s coming
But why worry about the future?
So breathe in
Speak slowly
Ignore the ticking
Because today is right here
And I’d rather enjoy it with you
While we still can