Time-keeper

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

The mouse ran up the clock

The clock struck one, 

The mouse ran down, 

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

Don't nursery rhymes intrigue you?

Because it unequivocally does for me

Hidden in rhymes and visually-teasing words

Are actual shards of reality

Divided equally 

And tastefully displeasing to the palette 

This nursery rhyme dates me to the present 

Of which I see

The hands of the clock swivel 

Clockwise in motion as it goes

And as I stare it in confusion

I begin to question myself

How come time never goes counterclockwise?

I wake up 

Fix the sheets on my bed, fluff my pillows out 

And look at the clock in the morning

The hands of the clock point at 7 AM 

And as I dreadingly drag myself out of the bed 

I feel the presence of a mournful headache

One that is no longer a stranger to me  

Ultimately becoming the driving force to swing my legs toward the bathroom 

To feel the water trickling on every crevice in my body

To brush off any bacteria that left me my morning breath

To cleanse my face from yesterday’s regrets 

But then I question again

How come time never goes counterclockwise?

I wear my uniform, ensuring that it's smooth and flat to the touch

And I approach the mirror  

As I look into my own eyes from my reflection 

I say with a hopeful heart, "You will do great. I know you will."

I then descend the staircase 

Kiss my mom and eat my cereals 

Say a little prayer before leaving

And wave my mother goodbye

This is my routine every morning 

A constant one

Sometimes I long for a breath of fresh air, 

A breath of whatever could make my heart pulsate drastically

Without having to follow the course of time

Without having to restrict myself from 6 AM to 12 AM 

I then pass by the barren field on the way to school

And I witness its stillness every single day 

Despite time as ever winding as it is 

And it seems rather peculiar to me 

How it never grows, how the tall grass isn't even tall itself anymore

How people abandon just even seconds of look upon it 

And how I myself, never noticed that it was dying all along 

But then again for the millionth time,

I ask myself,

How come time never goes counterclockwise? 

I miss smelling the crisp unpolluted air

I miss the once lively daisies

I miss the days of merriment and high spirit

I yearn the hugs and smiles of people whom I know I'll never see again

Once I step out of the cream-colored gate 

Because time has run out

Time is yonder, loitering about 

And I keep on forgetting that it is never on my hands 

It was never on my hands 

I guess you could say that I'm being selfish

That it is selfish to ask for more time

When others would just wish to speed it up

But just this one time 

Can't I put myself first?

I gravitate towards others  

That I forget about time, I forget about myself 

Every night, my pillow is drenched from my tears

For I am forgetful and unmindful of the present 

That I carry along without actually being here 

That I notice myself drifting off to the future 

For time has made me like this

Unaware and futile

Why does the clock never go counterclockwise you ask? 

It is because we are never still

Our eyes move, our ears hear, our noses inhale 

And nothing is ever stagnant

For even if we doubt how selfish we are, never complacent,

We find ourselves looking for more trends to follow, and more friends to gain

That we end up losing anyway 

I have always been a time chaser 

Because tomorrow was never liable

I believed in the power of today 

I believed in its entitlement to demand people’s time management 

But I never ascertained that the more I held on to time,

The more my grip loosened

The clock struck one

The mouse ran down 

I never realized I was the mouse 

Hiding from time and from its demands 

All we hear are the clock’s tick tocks

But never its sonorous sirens

That everything we know and love will fade away

Everything will weaken

And we will all be left

With nothing but sorrow

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

The mouse ran up the clock

The clock struck 12

The mouse fell 

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

The hands of the clock swivel 

Clockwise in motion as it goes 

As I stare at it in confusion

I begin to question myself

"Can my hands become the hands of the clock instead?"

Reviews

[Mia]

its absolutely beautiful!!