At times,
I feel the seconds,
of the time given to me
ticking and toking
I feel it as visible as...
the throb of the heart
caged inside my chest
the pensive chair, rocking
back and forth
the trickling drops
of a leaking tap
that cannot withhold itself
the one-eyed blinkers of vehicles
raring to head left or right
the blinking series of tiny lights
hung outside on name boards,
outside of shops
the waves on the beach shore
marching ahead and receding
the alternating shriek of
the red-blue sirens, belonging
to a speeding ambulance
the dripping glucose lining up,
waiting to be infused
into my recuperating bloodstream.
I lucidly see the purpose
of this feeling...
and yet, I fail to act, to do, and
deliver with all my might.
