Ash like snow covered the town a black and white feeling.. with a chrome look and gray colored gesture she sat and stare.. A dozen hourglass in sight and a pocketwatch she held tight along with her blank look and pallid face, she murmured; 'you're late' with the most absent-minded tone she could make.. Am I late? I asked myself quietly Yes you are, yes you are, she replied, A voice as smooth as it's dreamy defies her silly looking eyes towards me Where am I?, I asked her She answered, You're stuck on reverse as you can see.. She asked for the hourglass that I hold so tight I gave it to her, confused, not thinking if it's right.. I shouted wait, can I take it back? She looked at me, well then, would you like to redo your life? A quiet nod that means yes, You're one odd fellow I guess.. As she turned it over once again, sands of time free flowing Embrace life, open your eyes this is one great morning..