There is a ticking heart within us all
Each click is a quiet beat of time.
No matter what emotion stirs inside,
The ticks stay steady, unaware of our minds.
The clock does more than count the hours;
It holds our whispers, dreams, and fears.
Each moment turns from hope to memory,
Each hour shaping what appears.
We laugh, we love, we grieve, we grow—
Each sound a pulse within the stream.
And when the laughter fades to stillness,
All that remains
is the ticking heart.
