It did it again last night. Or I did it. I have a motherfucking time machine!
Rinse and repeat.
Always going back and mining the past.
Dragging the lake, looking for bodies.
The distant past is one thing but the recent past shouldn't be so muddied, should it? It's jarring to see this clock every night. No mystical thinking truly but the mechanical glitch serves as a stumbling block... no, not a stumbling block. What would it be in musical annotation if there were a symbol to go back and repeat a refrain? What would you call that?
There is some snag in the recent past, presumably around the New Year. My sweater is caught on it and coming unraveled as I move forward.