It ticks away the seconds.
It could sound like a bomb, nearing detonation.
Or a roller coaster, pulling its passengers up toward a drop.
Or it could be a small voice whispering “Now.”
Over and over.
A reminder that every moment passes, giving way to something else.
Whether I believe it or not, I’m always moving forward.
Each new beginning isn’t even a moment away.
I’m already there.