Decisions

I look at the clock
The red hand ticks, shifting its weight onto the next number
Shifting its promise and memories on and on

A clock tells time
I believe it tells time from its perspective
Every clock is different
Every clock has a different view of things

These numbers are what give us our limits
They tell us when to stop and when to go on
But this is different for clocks
They don’t have limits
They are endless
This red hand visits every number, ticking until it finds eternity
Ticking until it visits the right number
But there is no right or wrong

Don’t get tired of other numbers
Don’t forget about what you said and what you promised
Don’t leave behind the things you love just because of another number

BE YOURSELF WHEN THE HAND COMES BY