Ticking Clocks

We trap Time behind glass under constant gaze, Our focus locked by

f e a r...

—Afraid to blink, Afraid to breathe.

The sound of its moving hands tap into our anxiety, Ticking away at our sanity; My heart beats in sync.

A light shines through a window, fleeting...

And isn’t it just like A Moment, to distract you? To take your attention away from time as it sneaks past you?

But not before robbing you,

Until one day you look in the mirror, barely recognizing the image looking back at you

and you’ll ask yourself: “Where did the Time go?”