Often confusing

Seconds.

Tomorrow's yesterday somewhere.
And I wonder where I'll be.
Driftwood drifting in this river,
Raging in this cold underneath.
What if all this is just my mind,
Flashing, the last reel before death.
Maybe it's round two, and I fall,
Into the same holes as before.
Destiny destined to die.
As are we all.
Living for a tomorrow that may never come,
But we won't know.
Not till tomorrow.
Ironic and slow.
Time pulls me forth,
Even though I wish each second would last another.
Another hour maybe.
But if I did get my wish,
Will I feel your frozen pulse.
Will there be warmth or just darkness,
In those seconds between seconds.
As the clock stands still.
And tomorrow never comes.
What difference does it make,
Dead or undead.
Nothing changes when time is still.
Maybe that's all there is to it.
Maybe death is nothing more than,
Double A's running out and stopping.
And the clock giving up a final tick.
Before time stops.
And we freeze.
I just wish it were more true.
Maybe then I could see you,
Frozen,
Glorious.
Just as I remember.
Or maybe I don't.
Maybe I will tomorrow,
When I'll see your face again.
When the seconds speed up,
And time pulls me forth with renewed strength.