I don't really care if you place me second,
or third, or four, or even last.
Do you not see me
(attempting not to notice)
when you're trying to wind back your
Feigning time and time again.
But it's still pulling forward
like the rusty train on
broken railroad tracks.
To the little train that could,
time, considering it takes the place
of the little blue train,
instead of the usual ascending.
I'll let you
but will you let me
wind it for you?