Procrastination

Slowly,
I stare at the grandfather clock
Standing statuesque
Ticking, Tocking.

Swiftly,
The hands spin round his face
My eyes cannot keep up.

Time!
You seemed so innocent,
At first.

But it seems
My procrastination
Got worse.

Steady
Was your primary
Pace

But now
Your rhythms
Race

And the Ticks
And Tocks
Echo in my head.