If only the hands
Of this clock would move slow
More open, it’d be
This frozen window
So brief is the moment
Shall we go left or go right?
Our life is so riddled
Each choice is a plight
We look back with regret
We look forward with hope
We decide every day
How to get through, how to cope
At times we make good
At times we make bad
Our pasts are all gone, now
We all lose what we had
Decisions define us
It’s the harsh truth, you see
And mirrors remind us
Always asking: Is this me?
How the World Should Work 