At quarter past noon, in a hospital room,
there I was born, no big bang, no boom.
I’m sure pain was involved and tears were cried;
can’t say I remember or I would say I lied.
Beginning then and ending when
this life of mine starts and ends.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days,
time seems to speed up and then its delayed.
Time has been a master and a slave;
time has been a roadblock and a fresh pave.