I hear the tick tock; the clock mocking me
I see the pendulum pivoting; provoking my calm repose
I feel what I suppose is eternity entering into its synchronized rhythm
I grasp hold of the only time that I know

I deny my disease; disclaim that I live in the past
I pretend to prosper; stuck here in the present, still -
I dream of a morning sun that will lead me back to yesterday
I understand decidedly, though, that he never will

I wonder if time will ever slow; show consideration for our transitional tempo
I wish only for the memories; recollections of retired desires
I hope that whatever transpires we can remember the better days; deader days
I believe that they inspire us all to take life one step at a time
I am hopeful, eager, faithful - but
I am still trapped in my past