A foggy window or to use a finger to write...
A thousand emotions looking a little hazy but bright...
Some simple words etched on like a simple emotion...
Are words no good if we dont mix it with motion...
So i got a very simple question playing in my brain..
Sometimes you think you did plenty but still think its in vain..
Emotions run in motion and it makes you think of a clock...
Time runs out and it makes your thoughts unlock...
I have been thinking its 10 mins to 12 or 50 past 11...
In this loving hell,we search for a perfect heaven...
One must always stand out rather than backing away...
If you will stare at the waves,it will fade you away..
The dial goes to 1,Time to sleep or to wake...
Is it time for real or is it time to fake..
Dail goes to 3,its time to laugh or to sigh...
Is it time to tell a truth or its time to lie..
Dial reaches 5,its time to stand or time to fall..
Its time for one or its time for all...
By the time dial reaches 7,its time to love or to hate...
We dont understand it,its time to run or to wait..
Dial reaches 9,its time to stay or to flee...
And now i ve been thinking its time for you or for me...
Dial slogs its ass to 11,thinking its time to cheer or to die...
The time it makes us think,to live or to die...
Thats why ive been thinking its 10 mins to 12 or 50 past 11...
In this loving hell,why do we search for a perfect heaven...
