Under, Over

Take me under,

Beneath the murky waters,

In a place where time makes sense.

Take me over,

Above the grimy clouds,
In a place where I'm happy.

Here I am,

Voice shot, as dry as sandpaper,

Waiting patiently for the clocks to wind backward.

Or maybe I'm still just a hopeless fool, trying to revive the dead; the wasteful: you.

-Sir Jestro