I placed my hand on a clock,
and fell into a timeless reality,
where boundaries did not stop me
from becoming what I’m not.
I could never die from old age,
for I did not grow any older.
And even though my body grew colder,
I could never turn the page.
As often as I would try to write,
I would always finish on the same line.
The next line would seem so far away,
though I hoped to reach it one day.