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I wish I could travel back

In Time.

To those dirt road forks.

And take the other side

To discover

What it would have been worth.

But all my second-guessing

Won't fling me

Counterclockwise

So I'll just

Hike the path ahead of me.

And trip

Past freshest stones

And suffer newest rock slides...



Because truth be told

The hour hand

Rests its palm on our backs

Pushing us on.

Telling us all,

In the end youth is gone.

And all that's left

Is a fleeting song -

A hazy chorus

You can recall

In general.



So let us not

Kick and crawl

Backwards.

Attempting to tear

The fabric of time

To recapture

A thread of manic rhyme we whispered

Into lovers' young ears.



Time treads forth,

Raking the sky with ice

In one direction.

And making our current actions

Memories frozen

In a matter of moments

As clocks turn gears...



And as I crane my neck around

To take a step in reverse,

I feel a transparent wall.

And I lay my hands on it

Staring at all the finished verse

On the other side of it all...



And so these words

Become dated as they're freshly traced out

On a window pane.

And all I can do

Is look out through the glass

To see the winds of Eternity

Wipe them clean

And make me pen

Again...



So lovers,

Place these minutes on each other's lips.

And imprint them

With a timeless kiss...