many a minute

as if the clock ticked and tocked

and when did the minutes and seconds go to?

where was my hour spent doing and what did

i think about as the hands on the clock went around

in a circle?

give myself time to rewind and fast forward at my own pace

enough time to speed up everything to the final seconds

yet i snooze at the sight of another day when the alarm

doesn't go off and yet on the weekend i tend to hide from time

and what makes one day different from the next again?