I have no time to stand and stare
To ask if truly life is fair,
No time to stand till the morrow
And stare as the little cock crow
I have no time to waste
Till the well began to taste,
No time to count the stars at night
And fly around to see their light
No time at all to sit and play
And take a walk every single day,
No time to lay my back to rest
As I strive the path to be the best
I have no time to talk and joke
Eating snacks and drinking bottles of coke,
No time to squander here and there
For failure is what I strongly fear
I have no time to sleep for long
To sit and write myself a song,
No time at all to rest for weeks
Till I find the success I strongly seek
I have no time to waste at all
For I have to get up every time I fall
No time to stop the search and fun
And try to gaze up at the sun
No time I have to spend away
And watch little kids play on clay,
No time to sing 'I SEE THE MOON'
Clapping my hands till there comes the noon...
2 lines save the board!
No time to sing 'I SEE THE MOON'
Clapping my hands till there comes the noon...
thank god for this end, splendide
Neti
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
tnks
I appreciate....
Akinbola Kehinde Ridhwan