Frostbitten Clock

Bound to that mocking visage.

They say that time flows like a river
Counting down our earthly life
Yet we always desire to travel upstream
To turn back what gave us strife

And even when it runs on track
On occasion, it seems to feel
Like the clock stands frozen in place
With fate nipping at our heels

It refuses to run forward
Impossible to forget the past
As we see our failures blending
Can't tell the first from the last

Depression seeps into our mind
As we struggle to control
What we want to piece together
To understand what we don't know

But that clock still won't move
It remains where it stands
And what we often forget to do
Is to turn it with our own hands

We spend all out time thinking
Mulling things over in our heads
We use it as an excuse
So we don't do what we dread

What we must learn to do
As that clock sits on the shelf
Is cast aside it's frozen glare
And just move forward ourselves