A Clock’s Lie

You’re the short hand of a clock.
I’m a number you only strike when everyone else is asleep…
You pass me by like a Valentine’s Day bouquet,
& I stare at the 9 across from me,
Wondering if it’s a coincidence she was placed there…
The 9 encourages me to de-ny
The idea that time is running out,
Says when time runs out, it can only run back in,
Cause it has no where else to go…
So I wrote you a letter, promising that you can run to me anytime you have nowhere else to go,
& everytime I see you coming, I always pray I’m your last stop…
But you always seem to pass me by…
So, I devised a plan one night,
To capture time and give it to you,
So you can be the decider of your own fate…
I told you it’s ok,
And you don’t have to choose me even when you have a choice…
The walls started to laugh.
Told me you’ve always had a choice…
But indecisiveness has kept you running in circles…
Around my heart.