If I could only run backward
I’ll place my feet in front my back
The prints I had will then I’ll have
And in that road I’ll meet thy path

If I could only run the time
I’ll move it in its counter route
Its hands will have a heart like mine
The moment’s time’ll last for long
I’ll be setting an alarm – remind me soon

if I could only hold your hand…
once
again
when time still favors me
in that pale tiny dusted road
with the laughing shadows of you and me.

If I could only…
Change the period you just laid

Then maybe we won’t meet the end
This way
…

I wonder how life could possibly be so fair
when at some times by the tick and tack of the clock
someone comes…
stays
and goes.

I wonder how life deserves a smile
when at some places by the ups and downs in the roads
and in humps
and rocks in our feet
someone has to stare
and pull
and push us
into somewhere we never desired to be.

And when time comes
I wonder how I could possibly know how to look
in a dreamed perfect photograph of the past
dusted…
rusted by the time
and forgotten by the line
when at this very moment, I wasn’t really eating
the most delicious memories
to look in my own future’s timeline.

He’s here; he was real
But the distance isn’t soft
And fogs had to kneel
In mine and in his; the places will be rift

He’s here; he was real
I could hear him laugh; could even see him smile
But the mile was so far and the view they conceal
From my pale pavement to his palace’s aisle.

He’s here; he was real
I might have held him just right now
Then we’ll be singing in a vow
But the thieves were in places; I would have known now how to feel.

He’s here; he was real
But I doubt he would have known me
For my place is far altered
From his all-known near kingdom they called love.