Tick tock.

Hands moving but I’m staying still.

Quarter past the hour, a quarter through my life.

Only its not.

I’m halfway.

Maybe more.

Nobody knows when their batteries will run out.

Take their last tick.

Make their last tock.

Wind it back.

You can try but it just catches up again.

Tick.

Health scare.

Tock.

Exercise.

The cycle continues until it doesn’t.

Until it’s too late.

Tick…