Fleeting Moments

a resounding silent night

and I'm tired of my own company

and sick of a hundred cable channels

with nothing at all to watch



tick

tock

the bastard clock reminding me

I'm behind the curve



and my edge is dulling

and all my expectations

once were hopeful, but

became this thing I race



knowing I will never win



I try to soothe myself

a hot bath to cleanse guilt

a glass of wine to wash down

the success I tried to bite



but choked on



every minute less likely

to find

this \"it\"

I've been searching for



there aren't enough excuses

to raise the bar

I lowered on my standards

what's wrong with taking my time



in the end

tick

tock

I am waiting to discover



what's waiting at the end

TICK-

TOCK-

when the clock stops