Life is a whisper in a canyon,
a shadow cast by morning light.
We walk with clocks stitched in our marrow,
but no one sees the hands move right.
Tic tock, tic tock—
the rhythm we forget to hear.
A breath, a blink, a turning leaf,
and suddenly, the end feels near.
We chase the sun, we hold our lovers,
we write our names in sand and snow.
But time, that silent undertaker,
keeps walking where we cannot go.
There is no bell, no final warning,
just hush between the heartbeats’ chime.
We live, we love, we vanish softly—
each soul a spark, each breath a time.
Tic tock, tic tock—
not cruel, not kind, just true.
So speak your truth, and hold her close,
before the clock forgets you too.
8 responses to “Tic Tock”
I have an unhealthy obsession with death. I ponder on it a little too much, yet I also feel stuck.
I’m not sure it’s quite unhealthy. It’s to be admired I believe
Lately, I’ve been pondering on this quite a lot. Sometimes I even feel my heart is weak 🤣
Well take care of that heart. I need that for sure
Yeah, it is fine. I hope so 😆. The exercise better help 😅
What inspired you too write this? Just out of curiosity.
This piece is a meditation on time, impermanence, and the quiet urgency of living fully.
Does that answer your question?