Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

I pointedly do not look at a clock Knowing it will urge me To go into a direction I am not eager for The couch crooks a finger Enticing me to sit but I have been there too much You like to draw, a voice whispers I pick up a pencil and draw a frenzied scene wild woman wearing stilettos, her hair crazy loose She is not magical enough Where are these thoughts coming from? I hear the sharp tick of the clock It is amazingly annoying now tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick I realize that this incessant ticking is what urged me to give this woman wild hair What is up? I glare at the man annoyed more than ever tick tick tick tick tick tick