So we have stopped the clock again tonight <br /> <br />Clepsydras tilt over our separated paths, <br />memories unwind from black and white bundles, <br />they are not enough for the survival of awkward smiles. <br />Fingers' nervous tapping begins, <br />irrational feeling of being hunted, <br />why am I here? <br /> <br />Putting your words in a delicate balance, <br />somehow lies are lighter than truths. <br />As our past comes back to life <br />I wish less mistakes were made, <br />affection and understanding are needed in relationships, <br />we were never coordinated. <br /> <br />Right decisions seems a vague definition, <br />expactation's aura creates a mystic mist around you <br />I can no longer disguinsh genuine feelings, <br />even my own are unrecognisable. <br /> <br />Again I want to run, <br />follow easy paths of childhood, <br />hide behind cloaks of fear <br />temporarily being protected. <br /> <br />But I'm not a child, <br />running shoes resting by my side, <br />I will stay till the end. <br /> <br />The clock is ticking away, <br />tonight is our last chance. <br />Either we conquer dreams together <br />or separate our minutes, hours and days <br />for one last time.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superimposable-clocks/
