When day breaks, we flee.

Where did the time disappear to?
The years flashed before our eyes:
The violence in ourselves reflected.
Give me a time machine,
enable me to fix my faults.
If only it were ever that easy.

Silence became evident at the drop of a pin.
Any words unspoken couldn't be heard on deaf ears.
Glance around the room questioning where to begin.
Who is staring back at you when you look in the mirror?

Into the kitchen you'll find the finger painting still on the fridge,
the rock blaring from a room upstairs; you don't hear it.
Let your eyes flicker to the mantel, pass over the faces,
do you recognize that which was once you? Sit;
take deep breaths; I'm sure your heart will slow.
Where you went was where most go.