My mind slips back and forth in time.
The pendulum drags me on its course.
Are you here with me now, as I swing through yesterday?
I hang on my confusion,
as the clock continues to tick its talk.
Is that a smile I see on tomorrow's hope?
A dream within my corrugated nightmare.
You whisper origami images into my ear.
I watch as you skillfully fold them on my mind's eye.
My paper dreams,
dissolving under a fountain of tears.
I keep wishing on falling stars.
Time blocks my lost realities.
A picture perfect moment overexposed.
I see a faint image of you,
as the Polaroid slips from my hand.