In movies I grant youth, when in Rome I grant a wish.

I hold what’s worn and quietly wait, Yet I can slow you down by holding on. A basket of pauses, a verb of delay What am I?

What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see?

What runs around the whole yard without moving?

I can make you run, I can put you to sleep. I dictate your life I change every second . I follow your life. Stop me and I will never forget that time, you will loop back to that moment everyday, I will remain as a reminder to you of what you have done