Counting Down

My phone buzzes, a reminder I dread,

like a ticking clock that haunts my head.

I watch a barista set a stopwatch to brew,

counting seconds, thinking of all I won’t do.

Each grain of sand slips through fingers unheld,

while bright digital numbers lie, unrepelled.

The espresso drips slow, but my thoughts race ahead,

I’m losing the moments that feel like lead.

A race against time, a futile pursuit,

yet still I sit here, resigned to the loop.

Life clicks by softly, each tick a new weight,

and I wonder how long until it’s too late.