Time
I hear the clock ticking, but time is standing still.
I’m stuck in a past I can never undo.
My world revolves around what ifs, but what to resolve, but more ifs.
I need to feel the ticking to go on.
When time starts moving I ask what not?
Copyright © Olga Gardo | Year Posted 2008
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