I ran out of time
And out of my world
I walked right off the edge
Onto an unknown another one
Where bits and pieces
Of bits and pieces larger
Floated around
Round and round
Square, triangle and round
Yes I was dreaming
As if I could've
Yes then I would've
Held on to everything
Tighter and closer
But I ran out of time

Time runs faster here.
I know 'coz I'm always late.
There's always something to do
And yet I find time to miss you.

Days are longer here
I know 'coz night never falls.
Dinner's usually at midnight
But to me it's always twilight.

Jewellery, even of the minorest sorts,
I know no one here adorns.
Often yet I hears those sounds.
Bangles clinking. Anklets tinkling.

I don't have many friends here.
I know 'coz I never feel alone.
Still I long for that special warmth
A feeling of heart and past, it is now.

It's only the beginning of "here".
And I know 'coz I'm not tired.
The journey alone is, sure not much fun
But I have to reach the destination.

A long time has passed.
Dust has settled on me and around.
This room has grown old and grey.
The masterpiece I had promised myself
Has not even started to take form.
And I too am lost in this stretch of time.

But now you come and awake me,
Stir life in this dead and decayed place,
Write your name on the dust on my desk,
With a gentle scribble of your fingers.
I get up and follow you out of the room
Forgetting the masterpiece, now complete, behind.