A Call Of Destiny(Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

I hear the tick tock,
coming from the clock on the wall.
My fingers lock,
As I wait for the call.
The call in which my destiny resides,
A call I must answer.
And in answering must choose a path,
One holds the way of the righteous,
The other total disaster,
And as I sit here in the darkness,
The only sound I hear,
Is the tick tock,
coming from the clock on the wall.
my fingers unlock,
as i answer the call,
And face my every fear.