Tick, Tick, Fly

I don't really love this one, but I decided to put it up anyways. It holds a special meaning for me, I guess, a sort of personal connection. Written: May 2008.

If only we could go back
Before the unrelenting heartache and "soul-searching."
Before it all got weird and a little
Scary.

If only we could fast-forward
After it all goes bad so it can get go good.
After it all passes us by and seems
Normal again.

If only time were not an object and
life and
sickness and
badness were.

And still, blame goes on.

Will it ever end?