Tick tock, tick tock—
We’re running out of time.
We’re all running out of time.
This moment, a grain of time,
has already fallen through the hourglass
by the time you read this line.
So why are you waiting—
to begin a business,
a book, a poem,
to say “hello”?
Why wait—
to travel,
to play the trumpet,
to call a friend?
Why wait—
to paint,
to hike,
to say I’m sorry—
or I love you?
If you’re waiting for permission—
this is it.
Tick tock, tick tock.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 342/365.
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