Time sings,
and the hands dance,
but not in my favour.
That melody is fast,
it has even made a small crack
in our clock,
I try to slow that song down,
thinking of your face,
thinking of the sun
that lit up our room,
but the clock won’t stop,
now I doubt whether
I ever had a choice.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
Time sings,
and the hands dance,
but not in my favour.
That melody is fast,
it has even made a small crack
in our clock,
I try to slow that song down,
thinking of your face,
thinking of the sun
that lit up our room,
but the clock won’t stop,
now I doubt whether
I ever had a choice.
Do I have a future?
