Ticks

Ticks

Firas Adel Hallak

I can still remember the taste of sand

Sticking on my tongue and crawling around my hand

I can still remember the smell of concern

Drawing and forcing my emotions

To have a seat and watch me learn

I will go back, the old man cried

The fear of death

He hopelessly tried

Failure and pain

Made me decide

Ringing in my ear

Forcing me to do things

That I usually don’t do

It’s invisible, but still appreciated

By many souls, hanging on moments

Controlled by some inner changes

We are all highly motivated

But still the ticks of the clock

Can break us down

We’re all sick