second hands

tick. tock.
tick.
why am i listening to this clock?
i remember this sound
as a boy
the sound of the clock on the wall
the sound of
every
second
the sound of my life reflecting on my life
tick. tock.

60 times a minute
3600 times an hour
86,400 times a day

for what?

why am i listening to time go by?
why am i listening to time
why am i listening
why am i
why

i could be singing
i could be loving
i could be living
i could be

but instead i’m stuck pondering
the complexities of other lives
and analysis of life
a life that cannot change
maybe a life that will not change
that fixates and centers
upon one
singular
concept

that nothing is forever
and everything is for now
and the more time we spend
thinking about forever
the less we have of now

so i ask again,
why am i listening to this clock?
and why am i not making my own noise?

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