Time is strange. We age. We have a past: a history. Yet, time doesn’t leave all moments and memories impressionable. We don’t remember each day. We sometimes wonder how time has gone so fast, and how today, this very day, came. Five years ago we were a different person. Yes, we change. We change not only by time but by experiences. Time is strange because it moves and we cannot catch it or stop it. Time is strange because we can’t see it and yet it controls our growth and gives us wrinkles and gray hair.

Sometimes time makes us think. We think about the times we yearn to forget or change, but we can’t, ever.

Tick tock goes the clock, creating a mess, a havoc. It moves as it mocks, it took the key and it had to lock the safe that one day will have us flock, because the moment it does not tick or tock we no more rock, we just stop. When the safe is opened our death is immediate, for it locked away our youth and time, and when it’s up we are beneath the ground, never again to make a sound. Tick tock goes the clock, creating anxiety, creating infinity.