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I arise, with the clock, ticking silently in my head

each second, moment and hour marking passage

Soon, I say, I will be wafting my way toward

a future, a hope remembered, a dream shared

and giddy with excitement, I watch the clock

counting the seconds, moments and hours.

It is strange, this circuitous course that life

has so curiously taken me upon.

Almost against my will I have traveled and seen

lived, breathed and felt each tick of the clock

Three years in the making this journey

as Bilbo would say, There and Back Again.

I am both gladdened and saddened by the moment

glad for the new hope that burns so brightly

saddened for the memory of the remembered past

yet; undaunted and unabated I watch carefully

each tick of the clock, second, moment and hour.