Before It Explodes

Lie awake. Still night.
The deafening silence
surrounding me,
with nothing but the sound
of my grandfather's watch
ticking beside my head.
I imagine seeing
the tiny bits and pieces
clicking and moving
within its confined space,
wondering how it once looked
on my grandfather's wrist;
as I am now wearing it on my own.
I find myself listening closely 
to the sound of the watch ticking,
holding my breath, as if waiting
for the final explosion that 
would snap me out of this
foolish dream I'm living in 
inside of my head.

The fuse is already lit, so how about a final kiss

and just let it go

and stop the madness before it explodes

before it's out of our control

let's stop the madness before it explodes