A second
A minute
An hour
12 of those
24 of those—a day
4 of those
7 of those—a week
2 of those
4 of those—a month
3 of those
12 of those—a year
19 of those
90 of those—a lifetime
We all wish we could turn back the clock
Make things better
But we can’t
We actually, physically can’t
Our lives are measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months
Olympians do as they shave seconds off their time
We do as we count down the seconds until we are gone
Until we have disappeared off the face of reality
And we can’t turn back
We can’t change history
We can only look to the future—to the mystery
Even with all the technology we are creating
A time machine may be possible
But not one that changes history—who we are, what we are, why we are.
We can’t smooth our mistakes
We cant do it again
It’s just the reality
Or we'll unravel the wreath of time
If we change our past-we'll change our present, our future
And that’s why we can’t turn back the clock
We can’t make things better
Because we can’t
We actually physically can’t.