This is a childish play
Well, i guess you could say
It's a bit immature
But how can I be sure?

Honestly I forgot the day
The time I first saw you.
But you were noticed by my eyes
At that moment then I knew.

Questions filled my head
I think a hundreds of them.
Making sure it wont get in my way
Trying to push you away.

But I know I can't.
I already liked you now.
I tried to gather up my courage.
I should but how?

You knew before I come to say it.
Let's just say I was to obvious.
Actions speak louder than words.
If only you'll notice me, Yan.

I found out something.
You are already waiting for someone.
It hurts, I know.
Now, will these feelings be gone?

I said it. Now what?
Limited time is all I have.
I haven't talked about it yet.
Please turn back the time.

You were going to wait for her.
That was what you told me.
I feel so crushed and broken.
But I'm okay, as long as you're happy.

an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
     counts down minutes few

according Al Gore rhythm  
     unstoppably ticking,
     when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus

     if not Horton Hears Hoo
then most definitely The Lorax
     (couching urgent morals underscored
     by satellite photographs

     showing melting icecaps or igloos,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis
     requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo,

     dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot
     to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget

     Old McDonald with his moo
moo there bovine creatures
     agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day

     per three hundred and sixty five
     (six with leap year -
     imagine dragons festooned leotard
     with brand name Oroblu)

or poor ole Whinny The  Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's
     hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue

mien hating solution
     (burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight
     of said bear character,

     perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve
     wretched condition of world wide web
     possible by bridging differences
     between me and you, and you, and you...

Time.

What does that mean to you-
Ill give you some time to think about it.
But its time to explain what it means to me.

Time.

Nothing more than a construct of man to give men timelines and deadlines.

A phrase often used "I need a little more time" but what are you waiting for?

The creation of destruction, like a ticking time bomb, everything fades through time.

There once was a time i thought differently about this. But as time goes by im left with different visions and opinions.

Some times days go by slower- and other times they rush by in an instant. In no, time.

There are times when you wish time would stop and you could enjoy the picture perfect moment you are in.

But alas, time is a cruel one created by man- you cannot stop time.
But can say its time to stop.

People ask me what time is it-
to which i will reply the time is now,
move forward.

But still there are times I wish I could go back in time.
To reshake that hand correctly-
To to help that elderly woman across the street- To give that homeless man my last 5 dollars- To forgive an old friend- To fix an old love.
But time is cruel.
There is never enough time.

Thank you for your Time to explain my thoughts.

she loves me
our tears
tell
me
the truth
we have only assumed
?

















...
..
.

He never looked
He never saw who I am,
neither reached deep down from what I felt
or is it me
who never took courage
who never said a word
just a fine-looking potato ranting
while eating a piece of gourd.