Tic, tic, tic, tic
The ticking of the clock resonates within my head
Tic, tic, tic, tic
My room is cluttered, yet feels empty
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I watch the hands go ‘round and ‘round
Tic, tic tic tic
I’ve got nothing to write about
Closing my eyes, I enter my library again
I search and search, yet still nothing
My heart desires words to write
Everything still feels empty
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I watch my dog
Tic, tic, tic, tic
She is fast asleep
Tic, tic, tic, tic
Her chest slowly rising and falling
Tic, tic, tic, tic
She snores loudly
My eyes closed again, I continue my search
Nothing here, nothing there
I cannot find the inspiration anywhere
That’s when it hit me
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I take my pencil and some paper
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I follow the beat of the clock
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I follow the breathing of my dog
Tic, tic, tic, tic
I have found the inspiration my heart desires
“Tic, tic, tic, tic”