Borrowed titles and wasting time

The ticking is the bomb.
Not the clock on the wall,
That’s just time passing me by.

The ticking is the bomb.
Not a metronome keeping a beat,
That’s just someone else’s consistency.

The ticking is the bomb.
Not that pounding in my chest,
That’s just my heart on repeat.

The ticking is the bomb.
Not nails on a desk,
That’s just impatient humanity.

The ticking is the bomb.
Not the leaky faucet,
That’s just housework set to ‘lazy.’

The ticking is the bomb.
It’s you. It’s me. Us. We.
That’s just life, waiting, eternally.