The Clock is Ticking

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I’ve always been looking for silence
But the ticking clock only grows louder
With every second lost to the past.

I find it strange sometimes,
How I only want to be an observer
Rather than a participant in the game of life.

The winds of change are ever blowing,
And I am swept up off my feet
When all I want to do is stand still
And breathe in the cool air.

The sands of my consciousness
Slip through my fingers and fall
Till I am lost in sweet slumber
With silent hopes of never waking.

I know now that I wish for nothing
Yet my heart still sighs for freedom
Maybe someday I shall be forgiven
Or maybe roads are meant to be lonely.

Looking back, I sometimes wonder
Whether I did a single thing right
Maybe my intentions weren’t always bad
But the outcomes never turned out as planned.

I have come to know myself
And the truth in all my lies
I am not who I thought I was,
How can I believe in what was never there?

The road I am walking leads nowhere
But I do not feel unhappy
Knowing of my futile existence,
Maybe I would not have it any other way.

The clock is ticking this life away
Every moment is just an echo
Of the disillusionment I have come to feel.

I am waiting every sleepless night
For the dawn to break upon my world
And play this delusive game of chance.


10 thoughts on “The Clock is Ticking”

  1. An interesting write, and one I feel compelled to respond to with this: We are who we are, what we are, and where we are, due to all we have been in the past. Yet the past no longer matters; it is only this moment–the now–that truly matters. The next step we take is the most important one, because it could very well be the last one.

  2. A reflective and thought provoking write. I remember asking my mother when I was a kid.
    ‘What’s the point of it all?’
    I am now older than she was then and suppose the point is to learn and get to know our real selves not who we think we are.

  3. It made me think of this quote- “Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” ~William Faulkner

  4. dear DP,

    another poem that is fleshing out full packs of emotion , which you are known for. it is fine to question our existence and recollect the things we have done in the past. that’s is part of discovery of who we are and what are we capable of doing…great write!

  5. Yours is the third dismal poem I’ve read on this site what is wrong with you all. ‘The road Im walking lead nowhere’ good God have you no aim in life at all ?

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