Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…
Will you STOP that infernal noise! It’s driving me batty.
What – my voice? It’s who I am. Time. I tick and I tock.
You just go on and on and on. Never ending. Never going anywhere. Just tick tocking your way through eternity.
But that is my purpose. What is it that annoys you about my tick-tocking so much?
That never-ending noise – a mindless perpetual motion machine. How on earth can something so mundane be purposeful? It’s relentless. It’s a slave driver is what it is. Be there, do that, don’t be late…… And, more to the point, time is just something humans made up. So we should be able to unmake it too.
Whaaat? You’re gonna kill me off ?
Now there’s a thought. I think I will do just that.
Silence……….
© Raili Tanska
I wonder…..when did “clocks” first make their appearance and why.?
Now THAT is a good question. My mind goes straight to sundials which have been around since For.Ever….
Killing time – it’s a pastime.
Oh goody, I got an Opher’ism 🙂
Oh soooo clever. Great post.
Thank you 🙂
LOL Should you have asked permission of Father Time to do that first? 😀
Why? Do you seriously think he would have agreed ?!
Who knows???
My time flies, past my eyes
It’s time, time stop flying.
At the speed of light
Out of my sight
Did it hear you 🙂
You know I always love these conversations.
Thanks x