What if time
only took one second
to go back to how it was?

What if time
isn’t made up of seconds but
made seconds up?

What if time
was meant to go further but
out of fear she got stuck?

And really
she’s just like us
trying to break out of somebody’s box
that she fits into but
doesn’t belong.

I don’t know where I’m going but
I know I’m not done.