Illusion of Anxiety

by marrie

I see it 12 when it's actually 11am.
The anxiety of mine causes this.
I am not intending to write a poem or anything,
But I just need to express these words.

Now, the time is ticking.
No.
It always and ever will tick.
As I'm searching the right word to say,
The best word to display,
Time flies away.

Half an hour has passed.
I am still looking for words.
Sitting all alone, listening to the blowing wind.
Soon, my illusions will come true.
It'll be 12 for real, and I'll be seeing 1, too.