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“Time Keeps on Ticking”

Watching the clock as it hastily marks time

makes me anxious about my life.

Have I made the right choices?

Is this where I should be?

Something feels out of place,

and I know that the clock is mocking me.

Sometimes my station in life feels like a shoe 

that doesn’t quite fit.

Maybe the discomfort will work to my benefit?

My vision of the future is limited 

and the end I cannot see.

I can’t be sure, but I feel that time is mocking me.

What is on the horizon cannot be known for sure,

but when I begin to write there is a feeling that acts as a lure.

It draws me in and takes me way down deep;

I feel that I’m on the verge of discovering my destiny.

So maybe I’m wrong about the clock and the time.

Maybe it is just pushing me toward a destiny that is mine.

Edging me forward toward freedom and success–

maybe the hasty clock knows exactly what is best.

As I glance at the clock, no need to worry anymore

I know that the next chapter in my life has yet to be explored.