Forces That Made Us Thinking

Winding The Clock

In an early part of the sun’s downpour

There our clock goes squeaking, and stopped

For a while

Suddenly, a conscious creature named Unsure,

Held and overpowered me

And told me to never hold that clock

But I told him also

“This writing is not about my disposition”

And so I went to it

Although Unsure strangled me,

I held the clock in an erratic way

What was its problem?

What were its problems?

Even Unsure was unsure what to do

We tried to wind the clock back and forth

On our first try to fix it, I began to imagine

The moment we wind it back,

Minutes, hours and seconds will wind back also

I imagine it again, on our second try,

The moment we wind the clock back,

Minutes will wind back,

That I never realize fixing this clock

Instead, just wait for Dad to come

Hours will wind back,

That I can undo my wrong deeds and mistakes

And people will know what the solutions are

And seconds will wind back

That I never imagine these things

That I listen and follow Unsure’s command

And never be frustrated to this imagination

I imagine it, in all of our tries

In fixing and winding the clock

That all will wind back

But the clock is fixed, its hands are in

True positions, fixed from a manipulation

By an error

So, me and Unsure just stare at the clock

And then I imagine, but now it’s the truth

Clocks are not time, the latter

is never manipulated