At times, I am time,
At times, time’s me,
I haven’t eaten since ages,
Butterflies are still there in me,
Sloths! Suck the nectar and go away,
Sun’s coming out, I
have to make way,
Its times’ time,
Night times over,
Come another day,
Motorcycle is talking to wind,
Alas! I am not imagining,
Butterflies don’t suck,
Night is not day,
I am spreading my wings,
I am spreading my wings,
Not making way,
It’s my time,
And my time is never over,
- TIMA
