I wish life was something I could change,
Tippex it out and write over it,
Turn over the paper and start afresh.
I wish I could go backwards,
Like a car in reverse.
To turn back the hand on the clock.
To flip over the hourglass.
To paint life like a wall.
But life isn't something I can change.
The tippex has run out,
The paper has ripped,
The car won't move,
The clock has stopped,
The glass has cracked, the sand has spilt,
The paint has dried.
You can't go back but you can stop.