Tick tock time travelling,
Talking the walk-
Time thoughts unravelling,
And walking the talk.

Think of time man-
Churning time into ours
and hours watch and learn-
The magic of seconds and hours.

Streets chasing me,
and flee I would flee-
whilst money could not buy me,
Since time is money- but I would not grow on a money tree.

But I would be on all hands-
Black, white till pink,
Both hour & second hands.
I would write graffiti like street ink-

And with time I would sky write,
Since I would have all the time,
and would be the time- pardon this playwright.
I let actions speak like a mime.

And to me the world would pay attention-
Since money would not buy my presence.
I would fly too like inflation.
Queens would bribe me with presents-

Pregnant with prospects to beat time- stay young,
Live long and reign.
In every song like a chorus I would be sung-
How untouchable is the time man.

I would never be late for a date.
I would **** death-
Let life live long but it is too late,
These are broken dreams- pangs of birth...

I am not the time man-
I need the time Amen...

OutspokenArt# 2014

For Aaliyah