His Watch Ticks

traveling on a spinning world never considering to slow, he remains motionless close to madness, winding trails of the day etching into his mind, lights, words, sounds, asphalt, buildings, humans trashing beyond capacity, his watch ticks endlessly avoiding them he listens and sings, yet moments short consumed again, these thoughts seem to have no end, his watch ticks he tilts upwardly eyes pointed blue, filling his lungs glimpsing at darkness, luring those thoughts to brighter places, his watch ticks victory at last heart pounding faster, he listens and sings endless moments, gazing in marvel taken it all in, lights, words, sounds, asphalt, buildings, humans his watch ticks js