Rebel Time

In the mirror of time, where shadows rewind. Clocks spin left, unraveling the bind.

Hands defy the dawn, chasing midnight's ghost. Seconds unravel like threads from a

host. Memories flood in reverse, sweet and severe. Youth calls from

the future, drawing us near. Broken promises mend in the whirl of the dial.

Regrets fade to whispers, mile after mile. The pendulum swings against gravity's law.

Turning tomorrows to yesterdays raw. Backwards running clocks, ticking through the veil.

Unwinding the knots where our stories prevail. From end to beginning,

we dance in the flux. Echoes of what was in a temporal crux.