Mr time

He is judging me
The man called time,
Waving his hands at me
Because he’s holding mine.
Moving the dials forward
He will not go back,
The only time I see the past
Is through the flashbacks.
I can hear him calling me
Through the clocks,
His messages are coded
Into the ticks and tocks.
Time is like a maze
It doesn’t freeze,
So many dead ends
Without any keys.
Those dials of his
Want me to break,
As they never give time
They always take.

K