turn back the clock

Step by step. We move forward –

to unknown experiences. Each day

doesn’t stay. Time passes by. It flows

downstream. The sun sets. Night falls.

The wind blows. Nobody knows

the future, and it shows. Tomorrow

is never promised. We defy the odds

everyday. We work, and we play.

Some choose love over hate.

Some forgive and others wait.

We are at the mercy of first light.

We reach unfathomable heights.

We grow strong. Then, we grow

old. We buy time once sold.

We feel warm days turn cold.

We believe in stories never told.

Life is a blur. As life goes on,

father time robs our memory

banks of memories once vivid.

Past connections are sent to

collections. Feelings flood back.

Distant thoughts rise to the top.

The lessons we learn linger.

Painful yesterdays turn into

joyful tomorrows. Every person

we meet buys a ticket and takes

a seat on the bleachers inside

our mind: in the arena behind

our eyes. It must be a sign.

Surely, our existence is devine.

Every star is bound to align.

We are drifting through time

and space, inhabiting a sacred

land. We live for the future as we

step further away from yesterday

and the day before. We open new

doors. We sit here today and reflect

on times long gone and look

ahead to the time that’s left.

We try to remember the pain

and joy we felt. We reminisce.

We press rewind to relive the past:

from the first scene to the last.

We press the pause button,

and we flip over the hourglass.

We twist the dial and turn back

the clock. We look back and see

good times that will never leave.