Time Is A Luxury Poem by Micheal Bello

'Time is a luxury'

It was an effort to make a bow.
I made mine out of the thin air
Where luxury, man as hurry
And the tires flies into thin air.
I had mine but it got spoilt.

I know I had no name I bear
Except the one I sewn with the fabrics needles.
How much I had vowed never to make those lines visible?
Where all my tears exposes to an open darkness.

Yeah... I told myself I got it
But I got hit within a moment.
In a moment, I bank on a moment.
If it wasn't going to happen, in a moment, have lost it all in a moment.

You all have some images you are trying to protect.
Some had their images broken by flimsy and thingy scratches.
Like I had a paw, never raking the grass carpet.
I told myself never to be lost in euphoria of life gist, it lunge youngsters to ages.