Tick tock goes the hour
Another moment just passed in
time
Waiting for the longing soul
To reach it momentous heights
Blood blisters and burns from
the insanity of the day
Echoes of still waters as the
breeze steals by
Everything in its own equilibrium
as the moment rows in silence or violence
The surge or bolt for the warmth
of exhalation beckons
Let the teething baby remain
confused
But so must its mother remain
amused
Yea just like the moment where
there is shock or surprise
Peace in the bones, joy the most
desired prize
The moment can neither be
regained nor returned
Yet its feelings hold its
captive in a dilemma of the right decisions
Tick tock goes the hour
Another moment just passed in
time
