Ticking

The clock ticks on the wall, a constant reminder Of the time slipping by, a relentless chider Through the city streets I rush, seeking an escape From the ceaseless routine, the endless retape Each day seems the same, a monotonous blur As I search for a path, a way to demur But every turn I take, every street I roam Leads me back to where I started, a place called home The city lights flicker, a colorful array As I wander the streets, searching for a new way Every loophole I find, every crack in the wall Leads me to the same destination, trapped in this fall But still I keep searching, for a way to break free From this cycle of madness, this unceasing spree For though the city may bind me, it can't break my will To find the light in the darkness, to climb the highest hill J. K. S