ticking
I can hear the clock ticking
I feel like it's counting down to something
maybe to the end of me
I'd really like to ask it
when that will be
but it would never tell
the clock is full of secrets
just like you
it sees so much but it keeps everything to itself
it's always watching
just ticking on and on
just counting down the
seconds
minutes
hours
just taking everything in
all of my secrets
all of your secrets
all of everyone's secrets
and I watch it
mesmerized by the constant
tick tock tick tock
I watch the hands glide along the clock face
and I wonder
how many ticks do I have left?
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