What Time Is It?
What time is it?
I saw you leave the late night club. So soft and still. Careless to the world, you own every aspect of beauty that comes with passion. So strong willed. Chasing dreams reality can not create. You create wonders among the stars, driving past the universe in a constant angle. You know no fear. I love the way you smile. The night shines as you walk along the walkway. The breeze sings as it passes by your hair. It sways. Like my heart, the moving and back and forth isn’t any deformation of my body, but a triumph of what I feel. You seem so real. To become true, the sky must be blue, the sky can not come down, but let me come down on you. Let me come with you. I seen the past. Miracles can happen, but can we make the moment last. I’m going too fast. I just need to look you in the eyes and ask…