There was a man, old and mad who used to live on the streets.
He was drunk each night and used to cry all morning but never did he sleep.
He was in a war with time; he would mumble to each man passing by him.
His vehicle was his imagination and his destination was to a time when he was happy.
There was nothing left in him now, only excuses and distress.
But there was a time he was loved and his mistakes were forgiven.
He is in a war with time and he demands to travel back.
Since in his past he lost his love and so did he lose himself.
Her smile is where his restless soul may find its peace so he has to go back.
He wants to be in the warmth of her weak arms and that is where he begs for time to stop.
But, each morning as he wakes up time brings him back to the same spot.
A present with no hope where he feels eternally helpless.
She shall never forgive him and nor can he forgive himself; so, why not fight with time?
He will travel back in time yes he will and he will see her again.
Her will knock on the door of their house and she will open it again.
He will make love to her each time it shall rain.
He will not lie and perhaps be a better man.
But; for now, he is in a war with time and he shall burn down each clock.
For him time has stopped; its just a meaningless noise “Tick-tock-tick-tock”
He cannot live in now and time has to allow him to go back.
Because without her life is nothing but a wait or a waste.
So, there was a man, old and mad who used to live on the streets.
He was drunk each night and used to cry all morning but never did he sleep.
