my phone rings in a distance, insomnia does not let me sleep, it shadows me, i hear a voice from the other end saying what can i do for you, repeating my words i say turn back clocks cruelty, let the mirror be my friend, let time give me back my days weeks and a year, let me rewrite my script, give march back to me, let the day of the six not be, let me not set my clock to 7:30 AM,


shadow my past as i replay it again, let the words be my insite, let time cruelty not knock at my door.


clocks tick away an i hold it against my chest as i am not, looking at it hands repeat themselves again.