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
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