time, bleeding time

i wish i could reverse time
or fast forward through it

(yes, i realize the disregard)

but when you want to change history
or predict the future
it can be the most unkind and selfish master

i sit in its house
jittery, burning
waiting for it to teach me something

but all i hear is the clock ticking
and ticking
and ticking

i gulp quick breaths of air
in between the tocks

and wonder if time is the magic ingredient
that’s been omitted
from heaven

and i resolve to wait
just a little bit more.