Making Maps
Navigating Life's Ticking Clock: Departures' Making Maps
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I watch the second hand
I observe the movement of the second hand on a clock.
As it stumbles past that number 12
The second hand moves past the number 12, symbolizing the passing of time.
It's such a vicious hand
The second hand is described as harsh or forceful, pushing things away.
That pushes everything away from me
This force separates or distances things from the speaker.
So young, with all the time in the world
Being young with ample time, but there's a sense of running and hiding.
You run and hide
Running away, avoiding something, possibly the inevitable passage of time.
Mapping out so many dreams, so many plans
Creating numerous dreams and plans for the future.
When so much is new
Amidst new experiences, the ticking of the clock is subtle and not easily heard.
The ticking of the clock is
The ticking of the clock, though present, is too quiet to be noticed.
Just to quiet to hear
The insignificance of time noise when everything is new.
When so much is new, nothing seems to matter
In the face of novelty, nothing seems to have significant importance.
Time etches it'self across your face
Time leaves its mark on a person, becoming more noticeable.
The ticking just gets louder
The ticking of the clock becomes more audible as time progresses.
Those maps that we made when we were young
Refers to maps or plans created in youth, which are now starting to deteriorate.
They start to fray and tear at the edges
The plans and dreams crafted in youth are showing signs of wear and damage.
The places we wanted to go slowly disappear
The desired destinations are slowly disappearing or becoming unattainable.
And when the ticking stops
When the ticking of the clock ceases, and silence becomes noticeable.
And we all notice the silence
The moment everyone becomes aware of the silence.
It's the sound we could all hear
The silence is a sound that was always present but ignored.
But we chose to ignore it
The recognition of silence that was previously chosen to be ignored.
It's the sound we could all hear
A repetition emphasizing the previously ignored sound of silence.
But we all chose to ignore it
Reiterating that everyone chose to ignore the sound of silence.
As we keep growing up
Continuing to age, waiting for the inevitable cessation of time represented by ticking.
We're just waiting for the ticking to stop
There is an anticipation of the ticking clock to eventually stop.
And as we start giving up
As people resign themselves, the ticking sound becomes more prominent.
That sound keeps on getting louder
The persistent sound of the clock gets louder as individuals give up on certain aspirations.
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