Defying Time

Play, stop, rewind then pause
Shouldn't life chance it's flow?
Moving forward, swimming back
Puppeteering time to and fro

Sculptors of the passing day
Craving away to fit their will
Bending, breaking, repairing ends
Cracking sides yet holes do fill

Heating metal, pour into the mold
Hammer it into the correct place
Cooling it further once in shape
Shining the edges to glow with grace

Making the future no longer uncertain
Having a chance to change the past
As the writers, designers of life itself
Now able to make the present last

Wouldn't that be a day to remember?
A date that would live in infamy
Marking the defiance of time itself
And the ability to forever alter destiny.

Whether wisdom or folly I can't deny my desire to alter the past, control the present and look forward to a bright future. I know "what if's" are horrible and wrong, and wishing for an alternate reality is impossible, but I don't know what to do because I can't help wanting that. I just want to wake up and have this whole world be a dream and me return to the sweet life of an eight year old with play-dates and sugar candies. Sometimes I wish all the crap that has happened would be a lie, and then I pinch myself and see I am already awake.

-Tainted Mikochan