time

time has change like magical dust
we turned back our clocks back today
buying another minute or two
to put back into the day

as time looks over my rusty shoulder
memories are distant hard
looking back is not so good
movement we cannot retard

i had a dream of someone i loved
who gave me my greatest art moments
over twenty years have passed
and it hurts in my deepest componants

the memories that i have recorded
are bliss for a moment in time
the aftermatih of sorrow inside
is less than what was sublime

today is the day we turned back our clocks
today is all we have
to dwell in what once seemed to be
fells less like a stroke than a stab

so be where you are each moment right now
never move out of this realm
for nothing is real in memory
or that future visions can tell

we turned back our clocks oh yes we did
we turned them back an hour
not a minute was saved of our life right here
or a second to times brief dower