Freefall (Things I Should've Said But Wrote Down Instead)

vi.

I grab the clock's hands

and tie them with a string

I try to silence its ticking sounds

like muting a telephone's rings

I want to keep time to myself

but fail at that miserably

for time itself cannot be stopped

and only trudges on drearily 

I then realize that what exists is not time;

it only floats around us

Clocks do, often governing our ways

And giving me what is truly mine