ticktock goes the clock
i force its hands way back
hoping time would just backtrack
the hands go round and round
changes occur without a sound
3 hours of phonetime dwindle to nought,
back in tangled webs we're caught
seconds become agonising yet weeks crumble to dust
but thirds are certainly a must
you take one hand i take the other
clockwise counterclockwise we're none the wiser
a clap's a resolution yet we don't hear a sound,
cause it takes 2 to tango


but neither turns around.