That’s Me!

Tick-tock is not my pace

I am not meant for a social race

Rarely I get the fear of chase

My rhythm has an artistic base

I am better off on my own

I don’t really rely on unknown 

I care only about today’s tone

Rarely I get time to mourn

I am curious and crazy as a cat

I want people only on my TAT

I like to stumble on my mat

Allowing none to ruin it with a chat

I walk past many betrayals

People put me through many trials 

It was not easy to pass those ordeals

Yet I am here steadily running on my rails...