By J.D. Moss
The ticking of the clock is driving me insane.
Nothing but emptiness, nothing but pain.
When I reach my hand out they say you’re not there,
Yet the Bible says come on people prepare.
The rushing of the water helps me to feel cool at night.
But when I’m caught swimming I feel like a fool.
I try to understand the changing of the times.
I’m told I will understand it line upon line.
The eyes of others makes me feel insecure.
The path is not completely covered for the pure.
The voice of children makes me feel at home.
Yet when I see their faces I fell all alone.
I’m convinced of the evilness that hangs on me.
For my failure was never because I did not see.
The ticking of the clock is driving me insane.
Nothing but emptiness, nothing but pain.
How I hate the ticking of that clock.
Yet my greatest fear would be for it to stop.
From “Dreams and Visions”
Copyright 1985 by J.D. Moss