Time Will Tell
Turning back, I hear the bells
Ringing and I know that
I've gone off track, so far
I wonder if it's too late
And whoever's waiting for me
Is tired and gone home already
I guess in the end, it's not
Much to worry, I hear
A tick somewhere, and
Belated, a tock over there
What I think I know
Isn't anything to be proud of
Growing pains made for long strides but no
Sense of direction
I hope I'll make it, no such
Thing as travel time for me but
Maybe as I walk, my feet will tell
If it's all a waste of a clock
Kill some of these spaces of life
My hands are broken but can
Anyone see past the second line
Jerking between minutes eighteen and
nineteen?
Eventually, dust will collect inside and
Out and my numbers will fade but
The gears will turn and I'll still go
Stuck forever on this path with
A destination delayed until
The moment a decision is made.