#CountdownEchoes
How can two seconds be polar opposites?
Entities far from siamese, now attached to the hips.
Why do two years appear so different in mirrors?
Bellowing jeers transitioning to full cheers.

Watch the clock try to wait for one last second,
Quivering to uncertainty of the future.
Ghosts from the past slip away as I beckoned,
Smiling as I heal the old wounds with a pure suture.
Alas the clock tries to wait for one last second,
Now I know my crazy superstition was the intruder.

I’d like to be somebody else,
Because I’m rather bored with my melancholy self.
So I’ll plan...