I don't want to feel time moving forward.

Let me be still for centuries.

Past the golden locks that seem to mock.

They stay in place as I go about and race.

There's so much going on I can't hold on,

But if I had my own golden locks I would stay locked away.

I would feel only the presence of centuries as my victory.

Instead they will stay in place as I go about and race.

I will age.

I scream out in rage.

Past golden locks that seem to mock.

In my sight I see free dark spots in flocks.

I want to be locked away...

Eventually racing fades into a new day.

Time catches up to spin the Earth all around and turns me away.

The only thing that still stays in place is what remains of my mind.

I quickly see the stars.

I get to be a queen of my mind, lost inside.

My only lead is being as stiff as a board.

I feel my straight dark hair get cut short and nestle around me.

I was the key to the locks and I watch as the Queen was allowed to move in.

Then she throws her own golden locks over her head.