That’s Me!
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...