A backward clock still ticking
Loosing time with every moment we go forward,
Every moment I go back.
A backwards clock has nothing
But time on its hands.
Am I standing still while the world
Spins around me?
Or am I running past the world
While it waits for me to slow down?
I would have to stop to find that out.
And stopping is not an option
When your heart is a sand timer
And your constant motion
Is what turns it up and down.
I run on time based around
Chaos theory.
Stability and stillness
Derived from ceaseless motion.
From random occurrences
With no pattern or boundaries.
Interconnected, vital and oddly structured.
Beautiful chaos.
Spin it on its axis
And use the world as my treadmill
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