Clocks

 Clocks

One shot

Two shots
Three shots

Of caffeine
Pulsing through my veins

It’s the only thing that seems

To fuel my days

Sometimes dark

Sometimes light

Sometimes drowned in cream

Sometimes over ice

My fingers frantic on the keys

Can’t stop shaking my knees

But I continue to sip

Until the tip of my nose

Is no longer cold

And the taste on my lips

Reminds me of snow

I sit, pages open

On the living room floor

So much out there

So much to explore

Up in the mountains

Where eagles soar

Every single morning

I rewind the tape

But each time I watch it

I can’t help but crack

A smile

Because it’s been a while

Since we reached that peak

And you said you wouldn’t wanna be

Anywhere else, but with me

Each day together

Reading these books

In our own separate nooks

So lost in the clock

The days are all booked

We often forget

To look back and let

The feelings of August

Reemerge in our heads

Because I’m always wired

I’m always thinking, thinking

Thinking ahead

To the next day off

Or the next paycheck

What will I do?

What will I get?

It doesn’t really matter

It doesn't matter at all

If I missed everything important

If I missed everything small

Because I was too focused

On what is distracting us all

Clocks.