Strange

I happen upon a watch,

A strange pocket watch,

It looks old and vintage,

But is still has a shine,

A shine like none I’ve seen.

It is ticking,

Ticking consistent.

I pull the crown.

The ticking stops,

As does the words around me,

Everything is frozen.

I press it back,

Everything is fine,

Normal.

I twist the hands forward,

And backwards,

The world follows.

Smiling I laugh,

Now I control time,

But there must be,

Some consequence?

I walk down the street,

Making sure the time is correct.

People brush past,

I do not notice anything,

At first.

I can no longer be seen.