Well in the begining it was quick little thing
The seats were stained but what a fling
A document signed when the signs began to show
One and one is equal to three,, thats real world you know
Thus began the tale of the Man who has no time
He was quite short , lot of noise and lot of farts
Headaches he brought like sweet ambrosia from the gods
No love was shown when duty was the job
A smile would sparkle on rare occassions
You see 'the man who has no time' was still human
But it all ended one day
The day he recieved accolades
" You will do well my son, You will become a successful man.
You are filled with talent and the stars you will find!!"
To reach the stars he began to bleed from his wrist
Each moment was a race,to reach the next moment of bliss
If a praise went unclaimed, he shouted out to the world
"Hey!!.. appluad me, Success is the name of my family"
The clock on his wrist bled, for it could turn but one way
Nothing more could be added to the 24 hours in a day
The man who has no time did not understand what was happening
The present was still and never ended,
Time flew like there was no yesterday
His name was on everyones lips , his life on a screen to view
The wheel of time churned a pattern that he knew
One day by accident the bleeding stopped
A wrong call on the markets and everything was lost
From name and fame to his bleeding wristwatch
Behind bars of the law he stood, lost in today
There was still no yesterday
It is the answer one searches to find
that awakens some kind of madness in the mind
when some random person from the million around
Asks you the question of how life is going to run this time around
Frankly, answering this feels like a waste of time especially if your a man who has no time.
He slipped and dodged without a wrist watch
Deeds he did to make sure that the time was spent
Till the time ran dry and a thread was cut
The pattern will never to be forgotten but seldom remembered
will always be a part of the weave of the Man who has no time.
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