Minutes to midnight and I’m watching
the clock face, as if it will acknowledge
my presence and ease my conscience.
Time moves slowly in the mind but in
reality it trickles and trips over itself
in its haste to run away from you.
Golden moments left, tarnished by a memory
that has been brought far from home by time.
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tickety T-T-Tock goes the
clock, in its never ending minuet waltz.
Music to mine ears to hear it chime and herald a
new day, a new era, a new week, a new battle.
Minutes to midnight before its morning. I can just
see it passing in a flash, and the worst thing is it’s
true, I can do nothing about it