Do the tick-tocks of this capricious chronometer conjure forth your wretched wish?

In the universe of chronographs and confetti, it's always the hour for procrastination.

What else can one do, caught in the relentless oscillation between intention and inaction?

We dreamers wear the crown of impending productivity like a badge of honor, don't we?

Ticklish tick tocks, awaiting the ticklish dreams, buoyant and buoyed by the moment's mirth.