3 May 2012
That is what I hear now as I sit here waiting. With pen poised; Ready to write. And the second hand moves slowly round, Reaching the twelve and signalling my beginning! Now it is just myself words paper thoughts all streaming from the pen in my hand- Racing feverishly just as if it were racing Time till it's end!
Has anyone noticed how our whole life is a continuous battle against Time; And this, this is no different!
The movement of the neck upwards tells of the Time; How half has vanished already. Pace quickens, Writing stunted, Words short and prickling! A flick of the wrist gives view to the purple watch laying innocent, but still Ticking Time counts on... Until... The cry comes, Wrist cracks; The Clock Tick ends with the second hand halted in place. And there it remains until the Time begins again as the new venture!
*Wednesday 18th May, 2011, A2 Levels
Clock Tick • Opuss № I