Big Bang Poem by graham russell

the faster i go the slower it seems
the clock ticks tocks then tocks ticks
making me go backward instead of forward
rushing back to what has been
instead of what should be

this feeling of being pushed back in time
as if i was a cog within a machine
that has nowhere to go but back
in this absurd dream

watch as my past unfolds
seing all the things ive done
never stopping to show the
highs and lows

rushing back to the start of life
seeing conception coming closer
knowing time has ran out in reverse
for what i was is now gone

to the beginning is were im going
back to birth and all that entails
like a spark of energy
caught in a coil of time

seeking a rebirth of time.