Time

Time.
The clock it ticked upon the wall.
The time it passed too slow.
One second gone, and then another.
Is this how we would go?

Does life pass by, one second then more?
Until we reach the end.
Would we go back and change it, so
We change our lives perhaps our friends?

Would time travel change our current life?
To something more obscure?
Would we be here, sitting now?
Would we endure, what’s been endured?

Would our simple life have changed at all?
If we altered one event?
Or would it be something different now.
Is it something we’d resent?

The ticking slowly ceases.
The batteries, running low.
One hour gone, and then another.
Is this how we shall go?