Tolling of the Bell

Clock marks the passing of time.
Happy time, and sad time.
Bright time and dark time.
But all the time counting,
and recording.

What are you counting towards,
or counting from?
Where are you rushing to?
Keep checking the clock
as the bell tolls.

Fingers drumming, foot tapping
impatient to leave, to move,
one toll, half on the hour,
two tolls, quarter of the hour,
still two hours to go?

Voice is buzzing at the front of the room,
but you hear nothing, pining to leave.
Dreaming of sun, and summer, and food,
and sleep, and joy, and pleasures.
And no dull boring lecture.

6:30, 7:00, 7:15, 7:30, break time,
extended break, 8:00, 8:15 still going...?
8:19. Wow is this clock slow?
8:20. One whole minute passes as life goes by.
And you want to be anywhere but here.

Head slipping down,
eyes fluttering closed,
clock ticking, time passing,
missing and losing out just wishing
for the bell to toll.