Tick Tock Clock
torrents of water spill into the thin grey frame of my
water bottle
my own thirst-quenching brook
check the clock
half past eleven
nearly midnight
think back
way back
to times of timeliness and punctuality
I know these days no more
no stacks of paper
but stacks of doubt fill my mind
not good enough
not smart enough
not fast enough
when will enough be enough
I don’t have enough time
enough sleep
enough experience
these things take time they say
where has the time gone
one moment you know and the next you don’t
it is not enough to know
you must explain
explain to me why the time flies and humans do not
bits and pieces of dreams
day dreams
dreams spun up out of deep dark caverns long left to rot
dreams that have no place at a desk
or a school
or an office
dreams that start on a whim
and end at the teacher’s pointy finger
foolish they say
stay on track
stay focused
stay a little longer
stay at your desk
stay at your computer
stay and don’t go
but leave your world
leave your own and conquer a new one
think of the things you’ll see if only you leave
your realm of comfort lies 3 blocks down the road
and 5 million miles down to the bottom of your soul
seize it don’t wait
one more minute and you’ve lost it forever
but all i want is a forever
a forever with you
with me
with us
suddenly a loud echo as my head hits the desk
tick tock
check the clock
now 4 am
torrents of water rushing back into my brook
my haven
but no longer
back to work
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