It keeps me up at night, the gentle rhythmic reminder.
Silence only worsens the sound.
If I try to run from it, it gets closer.
Black, white, silver and gold, it’s steady rhythm almost haunts me.
Clear, sharp, precise, its sound pierces my soul.
Once, I heard it change; once, I heard it stop.
Was it my choice to follow its rhythm?
I’ve heard it chime; I’ve heard it tick, I hear it now.
It is the only thing that keeps us together;
It is the only thing that drives us apart.
Tick. Tock. Is its external sound.
Thump. Thump. Is its eternal resound.
It never slows...it stops.