Ticking

In my head, it made sense

Why I stayed up with my pen

If today could last me longer,

Then tomorrow won't begin

.

Sunday night's just the beginning of the end.

All week I hold it in, count to 3, count to 10

Count to 50 till it stops

But the world's a ticking clock

Ticking quicker till you're sicker and you're living just to rot

And it's not

I'm at 90 but the ticking never ceases

120 and I'm praying I can rest in all my pieces

There's no time to glue me back, I've got scholarships to do

I've got deadlines and exams, there's no time for freaking glue!

Wish I knew back when I started I would be so brokenhearted

Wish the web weren't addicting,

there was a college I was picking,

Wish

that

time

would

stop

ticking

All I need

is a pause.

Just a colon or a comma

for this sempiternal life;

a cesura from the drama.

Primadonna would I be?

If I ached for notes of silence?

If the violence will not cease,

Then I have to seal my eyelids.

...

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick, well even here I see

Tock, that time will never cease

Tick, and so I dare to think

Tock, that it was meant to be

Tick, You think that life is short?

Tock, It's long as we perceive

Tick, so maybe time is slower when you drink what you receive

So maybe all I need's a passion telling me to write a poem

'Bout the family and friends that push me through and keep me going

'Bout the times when I was drowing but I taught myself to swim

Cause it took me long enough to realize I had come to win

So maybe time's relentless, well, so is love and it's all I need

A pause is just a second long, but love's forever guaranteed