I turn back these clocks, as far back as I can see,
As far back as this heart allows, as far as these memories,
To that moment in time, when with a hint of salt and lime,
I told myself what I could not be, and what could never be mine.
I chose to be right, when I could’ve learnt more from mistakes,
I chose to not fight, when I should’ve had what it takes,
To take a stand for those that I believe in, for what I was feeling,
I chose to be silent, when everything within me was screaming,
“What is a life, if lived without notice?
What is a life, if lived through in oblivious bliss?
What is the point of leaving it all behind, only to find,
You were going in the wrong direction, for all of this time?”
I have never been one to look back on days past,
For the beauty of moments, is that they never last,
They fly and time forgets, and I say no regrets,
Words easier at sunrise, but without belief as the timeless sun sets,
And so I turn back these clocks, in an effort to turn back time,
And I wonder if these choices I’ve made, could ever truly be mine?
Mine to hold on to in fervor and pain, in the sun and pouring rain,
If these choices are mine, to do all over again.
And so I turn back these clocks.
