Turn Back Time

Poetry is close to my heart, but prose is a hog for space. Once in a while, I try verse. I never rhyme. This one wanted to rhyme though. And when verse develops personality, you just shut up and write. I had my way though, in bursts. The result is a spooky song with a melody of its own. Stranger, I present my first (almost) rhyming effort in a decade, and the first piece of verse ever to sneak into Wordscapes.

One decision you could undo

One memory you could return to

One moment you could live differently

One blow you could strike more gently

You could try and try

Fight the relentless hands

If they give an inch, they'll give a mile

You could sweat and bleed

Wrench the temporal flow

If only you could, you could turn back time

Would you risk it all again

Would you realise it's all in vain

Would you still want to wash your sins

Would you turn the clock widdershins

You could try and try

To grab redemption

If you can have hope, you can have life

You could kill your present

To remake the past

If only you could, you could turn back time

Will you wake up in time

Will you listen to the mime

Will you resign from this insane quest

Will you just give in to fate's jest

You could try and try

To make them true

But dreams are dreams, they cheat and lie

You could beg and plead

To realise your wishes

If only you could, you could turn back time

Half the book has been read

Half of you is already dead

Half is all that remains

Half is all that pains

You could try and try

But you know it's futile

It's time to let go, it's time to move on

You could reminisce and smile

But you know it's untrue

You cannot, you just cannot turn back time

Cogito Ergo Finito