he knows well about the seconds,
minutes and hours.
You can be an efficient slave of time,
its master you can never be.
He knows everything's about perfect timing,
he knows how wonderful things would come,
yet bad timing denies him the chance.
Bad news never have good timing.
He notices good things take time to build,
and harder to crush too.
Working from the foundation and up,
he decides, is not a selfish thought.
Same goes to the others,
each with own definition of time and its value.
Many work enough to buy endless bouquet of roses;
Some believe in planting the seeds,
one handles the moisture, the other the soil.
But the sunlight? it's in the hands of God.
It was a gift from his uncle,
to remind him of this gift of life.
He stares down on his wristwatch and said to himself,
"Man, I wanna be a collector like John Mayer does."
