Clockwise

Who am I to urge
Who am I to demand
As the arrows of my clock turns clockwise
And the whole universe tells me to be wise

The arrows of my clock may laugh
And celebrate the confusion
The confusion of being lost in time
And forget what's prime
When present call
It's time to give all

Even if I regret the past
I know It should've last
Why should I mingle with grief
When my time here is brief
When future call
There's no time to fall

For He has given me time
It's worth more than a million dime
And sets three bells ringing in my life
One for my birth
One for my new life
One for heaven's call
As the arrows of my clock turns clockwise
I know I should be wise


This poem, was actually a task given by my lecturer, but I find it really helpful to convey something I might not be able to speak in person, to the one I dedicate this poem to.
I dedicate this poem for someone I love, and it shows how immatture I was back then and how I didn't use my time wisely, hurting the one I love the most.
I don't know why, but all I know that when there's still time, I'm gonna do anything, got that? (ANYTHING) to show him how much he means to me..so dear Mr. Right, what ever u're doing right now, I just want you to know that what ever happens, I know I deserve your madness, hatred and all that, but I'm not gonna give you up that easily, since my love ain't easy come, easy go. and again, I'm sorry. forgive me, forgive me not, I'll leave it to you to decide.