Control

How I wish to have a remote control for life
To forward the bad times and rewind the good
To do away with all the little worries and strife
And bring back the wonderful times as it stood

It feels so bad that this clock moves forward
And with it ticks away the moments I cherished
Leaving my vision for the future even more blurred
It's ironic that even my writing never flourished

Copyright ©2009 Sunil Kurian