Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tick.. Tick. Tick.
It seems to go on and on.
And on and on.
Time Ticks
It goes on.
And on and on.
And on some more.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
And I’m waiting.
Waiting for something to happen.
As I’m standing on the cobbled streets.
On a quiet side street.
Somewhere in Shoreditch.
And I’m waiting.
Restlessly ready.
Calmly focused.
For something to happen.
Or not happen.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The city is happening still.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The cars are driving past.
Voices rise and fall.
As people rush past.
As some brush past.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
And I’m waiting.
Waiting still.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Until I move on.
I’m unsure what I waited for.
But I’m sure it was worth it.
I am Timi