Time Is A Trap

Tick. Tick.
Soothing sounds through the night,
though out of sight,
the clock is always with me.

Tick. Tick.
Evoking memories of generosity.
Sentimentality and the sands of time give identity.
Reminding the importance of charity,
and that time is forever passing.

Tick. Tick.
Apart of my life, all my life.
I feel myself fade away, if time is a trap, I am snared.
The song of sound sends me off to sleep.

Tick. Tock.