~My PrEcIoUS vOiD~
As the clock ticks away..everyone keeps up running about for something..
The needles meet and split again a zillion times..
So the man chases his wishes ageing, standing, dreaming something..
We meet, forget, regret, beget.. yet never ends the counting..
But welcome to this side i have lots of time to gaze at grass,moon and sky..
I wait for you and wait for the needles to meet sometimes so as you come nigh..
For we could sit at the pavement and talk nothing but watch the world go by.......
Just another state of mindish not so poem like sounding poem!