Please tell me what you think of this...... The ticking of the clock, Day after day, week after week, Strong, soothing, calming, Like the constant heat of a fire. Though should the clock stop, All turns jagged and cold, Until the repetition commences again. The warmth of a familiar sound, The joy of a long seen sight, The cradling passage of days Comforting if not taken any other way. Routine is always the same, But open to distortion and change. Uncertainty of the dark new, Often becomes accepted, Then transforms into a piece of you. Nostalgia makes hearts warm, Future shakes foundations, Life is just like the ocean, rising and falling, But the erratic sediment always settles.