Tom Wood

If

If my minutes were like sands on a distant shore

Believe me, I would fear no more

For often I will disregard the lapping waves

The seconds pressing on; all slaves

 

If your fantasy was the only one

Then I suppose that you have won

If I could see into your eyes

If I could bleed for all my lies,

 

If I could seek that sweet morn air

If I could start without a care

My home would not be the only cause

For clasping defeat from victory’s jaws

 

If my words were like cement

You would not question what I meant

When I asked you where you come and go

The train runs quickly down below-

 

-the world, my obeisance differs off

Hidden by a politely covered cough

If I could tell you what to do,

If I could make my time anew

 

If I could write my loss away,

I might just save you a ‘today’