Time to freeze and time to hold.
The clock hangs high and chimes too loud.
To want and want is a slow disease.
It eats
and grows
and clouds my soul.
Inside,
I fear
myself and the truth.
I fear I’ll lose what makes you stay.
I want—
all I do is want and want.
To show you,
to tell you:
my clock is locked with yours.
-HC
