Life's too short. Too bad. Too this, too that. Loosing minds and worrying about clocks instead of time - what's that all about. We're so now, it's past. Waiting. Waiting for what? Tick tock, tick tock.
"It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on."
W. H. Auden
I've heard your heart beat, and now I'm awake and alive. I'm alive.