Whither?

turning back I said...

the clock?

the race?

my face?

turning back to look again
for who knows what
might strike again

rewind
glance behind
the light you find
could leave you blind.

even as the setting sun
bids you fast
to make the run

you tarry once
you tarry twice
you hurry back
for one more slice

green apple madness
apricot sadness
dry ice gladness
the sky is a mess.

who needs a sunset
when sunrise is nigh
I've got my shadow
to hug and get high

just want a likeness
to breakfast in brightness
bask in the tightness
of true crafted lies.

for thine is the kingdom
no matter how fake
and mine is to perfect
the icing on cake

and ere it is darkness
the feast shall be done
no turning back
the race has been run

and what of those eyes
that still search the dark
for footprints that vanished
and yet left their mark

embrace the timepiece
unlock the day
undress the shower
embellish the fray

Wake up-

It's just another day.