TIME

Right in the middle; between the pace of opposite direction.

The heart and mind.

Wishes for the revelation of seconds after.

Who knows what is in the mind of time.

It secret is never revealed to a dear friend,

His highest priority is “ never be late".

My mind is faster than seconds itself, for it flashback a day in second.

But, who knows if it isn't a program,

Maybe the programmer knows the ways of time,

For if I look closer, I might discover the time I wasted.