Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber with an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another word to sell, another story to tell, another time piece ringing the bell"
Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can, but when you try to pretend to understand you resemble a fool, although you're only a man, so give it up and smile. :)
Within the ticking of a second hand
Lies a space for the instant infinite
A window to ponder everything
Yet acting out is forever away
Accessible in the midst of crisis
Heart aflutter like a hummingbirds wings
Beating in the boundaries unnoticed
The vastness found within what seem finite
Scales immensely in atomic portions
If we could exist within that micro
What could we make of macro ambitions
Perhaps this is where dreams are constructed
Unconsciously we live alternate lives
Under these layers of lucidity
Or maybe the eternity in death
Where afterlives are claimed to be present
At what scale are we likened to atoms
With space so incomprehensibly grand
Scurrying along our perceived lifetime
Within the ticking of a second hand