Loopday Memory

(dreaming...) Same street, different color on the wall I write down the number

but it's gone when I call Clock hands spinning backward,

shadow on the floor

Every time I close it,

I am knocking at the door

(knocking... knocking...)

I am trapped inside this moment,

but it feels so

new

Floating through the static,

looking back at you (back at you...)

Same frame, another picture on the stand Tracing all the lines upon

the palm of my hand Time is looping over,

running like sand (running...)

Trying to remember where the memory began

I am trapped inside this moment,

but it feels so

new

Floating through the static,

looking back at you

(is it really you?)

I am trapped inside this moment...

Clock hands spinning backward on the floor,

knocking at the door...

(spinning... spinning...)