to blow up all the competition

if you live in the past,
you'll die
in the present.

let the cogs spin backwards;
watch the countdown explode
as hour minutes reach

second base,
second place
in the race
to Eternity,

when Time always finishes
first,

To last

you'd need hands to strangle you
with every number after Infinity.

just rewind

but whatever you do,
Don't cross the finish line.

the trophies aren't worth it.