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MADAM TIME



Time, oh time
She flickers as she passes,🚶🚶🚶
She doesn't give a damn
Like a dimple in a smile
She spreads her harsh🙍 gaze
Reminding you of life's face
Which doesn't come in phases
And if you don't partake in the race
You will be lost or displaced
Falling on the tracks in total disgrace

Time, oh time
She doesn't look, she doesn't care
Her works unseen in the air
She makes you understand
That the burdens you bear
are because you have not learnt
To discard it with her
As she burns them up in batches
Leaving only the trace of ashes

Time, oh time
She flinches not a bit
Taking each and every hit
As the day changes in rotation
and the world evolves in revolution
of all man's obsession
putting a flick to her rhythm in motion
Yet she stays steady
Always and ever ready
To announce the future
Although it's still the same movement
all round, day round and year round improvement.

Time, oh time
You can't argue with her
For when she says it's 8'o clock
Then you have to hit the dock
Not caring what its worth
or you lose your job
becoming a pitiable sob

Time, oh time
Sinking so deep
With every passing beep
you are out of reach
To recover her niche
At that point she's on
Immediately she's gone
That 1 second could be a life saving song
But she never returns
So slippery the fish had to go to school to obtain that (school of fish?)

Time, oh time
Waits for no man
cos she's feminist they said
I rather not believe what I heard

Time, oh time
If I can see you
I'd hold you down with glue
Tie your hands and feet
Clip your wings if need be
Hold you live
Till I get a clue
Of this life
Which always feels new

Dear Time
I have to be a step ahead
But then you are always at the head
This game is unfair
but see, my complexion was never fair.

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