four corners, neatly cleaned
 bone white clock
 counts away
 seconds of life
 
 another year
 passes away
 quietly, carefully
 wrapped
 in promises of change
 
 how many times must i look back
 counting my mistakes
 how many empty lives like mine
 begin and end each day
 
 slowly moving, shifting shapes
 dead memories, wandering
 lost
 stealing my sleep