Watching a clock tick
through a mirror.
Eyes fixed
as the clock ticks...
1,
2,
3...
Its never ending.
Time will carry on
without me caring.
Through the mirror
is what's behind me:
A wall.
A clock.
Nothing else.
Emptier
than the eyes that see me.
"Time is man-made,"
I remind myself.
Each second that passes,
means something,
to someone.
But not me.
"Your time will come"
My time?
Its endless...
One second feels like a thousand years.
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