Tick. I am like a clock on the wall, dangling and moving in one place at a time, constantly. I endlessly wait for a change, and I am sick of the same cycle, and routine everyday. I just wait for something new to happen, like daylight savings. Tick. I will always be stuck here. People look at me of boredom and no value, and sometimes of excitement and impatience. Tick . I hold information that I can always give and never stop.