About Time
I think it’s about time I tell you something.
I’ve had this feeling, feeling like I like you. Like a lot sometimes.
Probably more than you like me.
It’s confusing I must admit.
But as I go through time I imagine not meeting you, I think my life would have been strange, different, odd.
It’s tricky though.
The boat has seemed to have sailed away or atleast it’s halfway.
You found me out. I’m not the man you thought I was.
Sometimes I just wish that there’s a cupboard I could crawl into and vanish away.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change it all, manipulate the seconds, fixing all the mistakes.