Ticks.

A scrunch of the nose

speaks not for my soul.

… Tick, tick, tick.

DID I JUST DO THAT?

A flair of the nostrils

beats not like my flickering heart ablaze.

… Tick, tock.

DON’T DO IT.

A conversation with my mind is the way

to see the spark, feel the flame.

… Tick… Tick… Tick.

… THE CLOCK!!!

I respect you. I crave reciprocity.

You’re watching me now, expectedly,

Waiting. Asking. Begging….

… Tick, tock.

For the pivotal experience

of experiencing me…

STAY PRESENT!

STAY AWARE!

STAY YOU!

… Tick.

BUT WHO AM I?

… Tock.

I begin, with all good intentions:

DON’T, DON’T, DON’T!

“Staying the course, sticking to the plan…”

………

DID.

………

SHIT.