Ticktock

Looking out of the amber lens, you can see your entire life up until tonight. But you can’t reach the controls.

You walk over to the buttons and dials and levers, but there aren’t any labels. And it takes so long to push and pull and twist them, and it’s so hard. And you’re afraid of what will happen if you do.

So you lie back on your couch and stare through the amber lens. Life is peaceful here, and you think so much, yet speak so little.

But still the clock ticktocks, ticktocks, ticktocks. And everyone and everything gets older, except for you. Ticktock, ticktock. And you will be the last to die, but that’s alright, because you never were alive. Ticktock.