tangled, twisted, take me past time.
i’m just a hand ticking away.
the world blows by minute by minute
fast forward and rewind to a time
when voices rang clear
and hands were meant to hold.
alive; alone in the dark.. ticking away.
i’m fog crossing past windows, dripping down
begging to get inside.
piercing through wet eyes,
swim in the mossy green,
watch the trees
shed their leaves
tangled, twisted,
blinking of eyes,
lost in ticking time.