The Interval Haiku

“Clickety-clack, click, clickety-clack”, typed he on the keyboard.

There was a time he lived for that sound.

When he was free to dream of what life would be.

When he had a plan, in his heart that would burn.

But now is a time he detests that sound.

For it reminds him of the reality he is forced to see.

And aches his heart, for it’s freedom it does yearn.