Time Will Tell

Turning back, I hear the bells

Ringing and I know that

I've gone off track, so far

I wonder if it's too late

And whoever's waiting for me

Is tired and gone home already 

I guess in the end, it's not 

Much to worry, I hear

A tick somewhere, and

Belated, a tock over there

What I think I know

Isn't anything to be proud of

Growing pains made for long strides but no

Sense of direction

I hope I'll make it, no such

Thing as travel time for me but

Maybe as I walk, my feet will tell

If it's all a waste of a clock

Kill some of these spaces of life 

My hands are broken but can

Anyone see past the second line

Jerking between minutes eighteen and

nineteen?

Eventually, dust will collect inside and

Out and my numbers will fade but

The gears will turn and I'll still go

Stuck forever on this path with

A destination delayed until

The moment a decision is made.