Time.

Drag your fingers
across the hands of time,
keep pulling them back,
trying to rewind.
The hands move back, but your
memories are still memories,
they will never be your future
only sick little visions of how your life was.
taunting you, crawling inside every little
gash that was once healed.
Wanting to forget, but wanting to remeber.
The clock slowly ticks,
time will never change.
You will always be stuck in the warped little world of tomorrow.