Eighty-Eight Seconds

...tick tock,      tick tock,     tick tock,     tick tock.

Strange how      as I      lie here      in the

darkness      I think      of the     slipping

seconds      leaking     into     my past

wasted      in the     idle     wonder

of the      nature     of time,     and my

place in      the big     picture.     Tick tock,

tick tock.      Still I     lie here     eyes wide,

mind in      turmoil,     as the     second

hand makes      one more     circuit     of the

clock face,      counting     down the     time I

spend here      alive.     Tick tock,     tick tock.

Every      car that     swishes     past the

window      brings me     back to     waking,

full of      morbid     fasci-    nation

at the      progress     of the     seconds

marking      time as     I lie     waiting

for the      descent     of the     slumber,

which will      let me     escape     torment.

Tick tock,      tick tock,     tick tock,     tick tock.

Strange how      as I     lie here     in the

darkness;      still I     cannot     sleep...