i remember that eve
being asked out of the blue:
so, what makes you tick?
i stopped abruptly from whatever i was doing
finger poised over keypad
ready to punch the keys into words
but instead of typing i frowned
what. does. make. me. tick. ?
5 seconds gone by
still i sat there with creased forehead
10 seconds….
what. does. make. me. tick. ?
how in the world i couldn’t answered
i could not quite figure out
but i realize this very day
that i can hardly hear my self ticking
o i’m still functioning alright
right enough just to get by
but those things those dreams those people
that made me tick
just isn’t here anymore
dinadays 