I am happy when school's out. My hands become purring calico cats. My eyes become fluttering butterflies. My feet become tulips tip-toeing through the green grass. Time, you use it every day.
Time is a man who is always calm.
Time is always ticked-off. His arms are different lengths, and he's known his numbers to 12 since he was born. Time always has himself on his hands. I am telling my eyes not to turn into flowers. I am telling my hair to not turn into a flowing river.