Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock
Isn’t that supposed to be the sound of a clock?
Tick tock tick tock
For so many is it
the continuous sound of the start of a step
A step that may take you far away from a particular place you do not want
to stay
Tick tock tick tock
Toes mashed together, running doesn’t seem to work
Causing many to turn their necks and lurk
or is it, perhaps, because you ache for
that girl to give you a little more than just a smirk?
Whatever it may be, without effort or at least so it may see
They walk or must I say they strut
to the very end of this perhaps-flat earth
As if they wore these spontaneous stilts from birth
Tick tock your way to the end of the world and back
Show off that spectacular skill that so many of us seemingly lack

— Kanea Blokland, 2019