I’m happy, really feeling good today,
but my feet are getting cold
it’s a way of my body to say
I’m slipping towards the off point of balance.
It’s the time that’s ticking,
telling me to tick tack hurry up:
“You know happiness is a movement,
you gotta keep going to catch it up.”
“Is that true?” I ask, smiling at that silly clock.
Cause I’m not sure, I say, drinking coffee out of my favourite cup.
It seems to me more and more,
that the gold isn’t out of there.
Actually, it feels closer,
here inside my chest,
ticking her own joyful rhythm
that drums something as pompiedompiedom.
And then Time suddenly stopped
in the middle of a second.
I looked at it
wondering what just happened.
I guess it suddenly realized that
ticking on another source
isn’t quite so clever as it thought.
I finished my coffee, went back to work.
I don’t know how much time did pass,
but I felt happy and comfortable,
my feet warmth up again,
listening to the peaceful silence
of no clock.
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