Clockwise

 

    I cranked the wrong direction when winding my clock, and now I've lost all track of time.

    I'm thinking that maybe it's running backwards. I guess if it were, I'd be getting younger.

    I don't feel young. It seems like I am too aware of time. It's all consuming. Each individual tick is having some effect on me. Almost like my spirit is blending with the universe and all that matters.

    Maybe I'm the one getting wound up.

    I know what I mean, but it isn't coming out right.  It feels like, not only everything I just said, but what I'm about to say is already in the past.

    I'm guessing that would be counter-clockwise.