Hi. I’m Scared.

 

It’s not my name

But it’s who I am

It’s how I live because

The way the clock keeps ticking reminds of a BOMB

And it goes and goes and goes and goes and goes

And a second is lost but a second is found

And nothing changes

Except it does.

They say that Time will tell, so I sit still and listen (tick tock tick tock tick tock) to a language I can’t speak

So how do I tell Time

“I need some space. I need a break. I need to think. I need some…”

Time

Is up!

Because that second is gone

And so is this second and this second and this second and this second and

Time’s being torn from my grasp and

HEY! I WAS USING THAT!

But some things are falling into place

And some people are falling in love

But I’m falling a p a r t

And TICK TOCK sounds like BANG BANG

The Human Race has started!

I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I’m scared.

Because…well…

I’m just a second. This second.

My whole life is contained in this second.

The last is a fading memory

The next is an unfulfilled promise

I feel like my second is almost up

When I’ve only just caught up

Except…

Did you know there are 31,556,926 seconds in a year?

Even if I had just 31,556,926 promising seconds, that sounds alright to me

So, yes, I’m still scared.

But I’m also still here

And the whispered tick tock of the clock

Sounds a lot more comforting

When I can take second to take a breath