Is It The Time....

Sorry for mind is displaced, 

Everything seems blur, dark these days, 

I want things in life to flow freely 

But in failure, there is success intermediately, 

Let see about love, 

We got married under conditions of a volcanic eruption, 

There no money, no job that's how it all begin, 

There was always this money crunch, 

I was all sadness, unsatisfying my partner: that is not pun, 

Life has always had delay gratification, 

I would cruse time but now clock dictates all my satisfaction,  

Like I have count for all things, 

Wheather, sleeping, eating or just thinking, 

And on the cross road of me approaching forty, 

Forget of being naughty, I have no money no sex life just fatty hottie, 

I want to rich like, so I don't have to work another day, 

Clock can dictates my life but in fun way, 

I want sleep naked on grass with the sky above 

And the morning dew that covers my body like shroud, 

I could fly any place or reach 

In lesser time spent more on booze and meat

So I am waiting in life's waiting room, 

Only to be a rich divorce groom, 

To live life king size, 

Be a connoisseur of happy living life....