“Time After Time” seemed to me as I reread it, even though I know what it was about, self explanatory. I originally wrote it with the thought in mind that I can never seem to move on past something. It was a constant merry go round. You’d make one full loop on rotation, ready for the ride to be over, and it would just continue seamlessly into the next loop. Forcing you, forcing me to keep believing that it would stop as I neared the end of the loop, until one day I just decided to stop it myself, realizing the longer I stayed on, the sicker it made me. “Time After Time” was about the time I spent on that carousel.
Check this poem out: Time After Time