The Tick
I chew on my lower lip when I am anxious
It is a nervous
Tick
Tick
Tick
As the seconds pass by
And I barely get by
My teeth grind
On my lip
The nervous
Tick
Tick
Tick
Of the clock
It passes by nonstop
This anxious
Tick
Tick
Tick
Of mine
That lives in the mind
But is brought to life outside
With this nervous
Tick
Tick
Tick
That little hand in the clock is slick
Constantly moving
That little prick
I’ll never catch him
Or slow him down
No matter how many times I think I’ve beaten him
He’s always up for another round
A fight I can never win
So I grind on my lip
Tick
Tick
Tick
I have a callous
And a gap in my teeth
From all the times
That this mind of mine
Has almost lost his mind
A little
Tick
Tick
Tick
That lives within
As the ticks stack up
So do my sins
And so do the seconds
Of wasted time
Tick
Tick
Tick.
-C.H.