Time

THERE CAME A TIME WHEN TIME COULD NOT HARBOR ME IN ITS OWN TIME I WAS TOLD TIME HAS ITS OWN WAY OF TELLING EVERYONE OF HIS OWN TIME MY PAIN WAS TIME MY THOUGHT WAS TIME SO I ASKED MANY QUESTIONS LIKE THERE WERE NO QUESTIONS TO ASK THE ONE WHO GAVE ME TIME TO BE HEARD WITH THESE QUESTIONS TIME WERE LIKE SEASONS WHICH REQUIRED DIFFERENT VISIONS TO VISUALIZE EACH DAY WITH DIFFERENT PASSIONS MY LIFE TICKED BECAUSE THE HANDS OF TIME WOULD NOT PROMISE ME A BETTER TOMORROW OBSESSED WITH FAILURE MY NAME WAS CARVED IN HISTORY AS A MYSTERY BUT VERY BRIEFLY MY DAYS WERE NUMBERED THE CLOCK WAS TICKING MY THOUGHTS WERE FADING MY KNEES WERE HURTING I PRAYED LIKE I WAS A GOD IN MY OWN RIGHT FIGHT! WAS THE ONLY TEXT THE PREACHER SAID ON EVERY SUNDAY I STARVED MY DREAMS BECAUSE THEY NEEDED NEW PHASES LIKE ANGELS LIVING IN HADES VENGEANCE WAS A HINDRANCE SO I FLITED WITH MY PAST SECRETLY BECAUSE I GOT MARRIED TO THE FUTURE I NEVER CHOSE TO BE WISER AND BRIGHTER BUT MY PAST DID, SO HOW COULD I HAVE NOT FLITTED WITH IT. TODAY I COUGH ALL THESE WORDS TO MAKE THE MAN NEXT DOOR TO KNOW THAT IT IS TIME!