Nobody can tell me, why time has to flow,
Or why it doesnt stop, instead it will go.
My one wish, is to be able to bring time to a halt,
To give myself some time, to rectify my faults.
Irony strikes, in how stopping time gives you more,
In theory anyway, the actual science is a chore.
The things you could do, the time youd save,
There it is again, that word, returning like a wave.
Now if I had the ability, to halt it at will,
Would I use it to help myself, or do deeds that are ill.
If I saw someone, looking danger in the eye,
I could close my eyes, stroll over and perhaps they wont die.
The other side to this, is applying it wrongly,
Perhaps robbing a bank, or petting someone strongly.
Thus raises the question of morals, good taste and ethics,
Time is fast becoming confusing; I might not ever get it.
It would give me the chance to experience things at pace,
If say on holiday, I could keep the sunset in place.
Or if the perfect moment suddenly arises,