Hands of Time

If time had the reverse gear I’d go back to when going back was not even part of my vocabulary just a few seconds away from the existence of my sanity just a minute before reality Proved to be friends with gravity dragging the breathing life out of me Coating it with sand tying by hands Leaving me unable to stand A time to many is a strand Of what was ,failing to reconcile with now and yes Misguided the reality Inturn enjoyed bending my-normal to a shape I am too finding difficulty to describe or withstand It’s a shame that the clock of history has no reverse gear. Without thinking twice I would turn the hands of time And every happy thought would be mine