Living in a Digital World

“The clock is ticking louder.”
Okay, it’s really not.
Since everything is digital.
It doesn’t go tick-tock.

“But time is quickly passing.
The seconds tick away.”
Well damn, I did it once again.
I don’t know what to say.

“The hours keep on turning.”
No, no, of course they can’t.
They stare at me so silently
as I sit here and rant.

This clock I have is dreadful.
Like time is at a stall.
The numbers just keep glowing green,
no sound to them at all.

I’ll never start this story,
no matter how I try.
And time is running out on me.
Let’s see if time can fly.

I threw it out the window.
I’ll find me an old clock.
A clock that makes the proper sounds.
Yeah, one that goes tick-tock.

The hands will keep on turning,
their motion marking time.
And then I can write poetry.
“The old clock spoke in rhyme.”

TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK