“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.