When a day passes by,

that I had the power to manipulate-

I just pause in the middle of a memory slide.

When a night slowly arrives,

when it is least expected-

I always stop in mid-step and rewind.

When I hear my alarm ring,

though I wish it would be silent-

I shudder in the breeze, anticipating rain.

When I see my friends so happy,

and I join them without another thought-

I attempt to create my movie. 

When I know I'll back down,

and I know I'll try to fight-

I seem invisible in light.

When I know no one will understand,

even when I tried to clear the sky-

It's just another fuzzy camera film,

just another forgotten movie,  

just another faulty forecast,

just another outrageous comedy,

just another curse disguised as a gift. 

Do you understand

or do I have to simplify the equation?