I’m Not Late, I’m Just Fashionably Delayed
I’m not late, I’m just fashionably delayed,
Like a celebrity who is a bit overpaid.
Time is a concept, elastic and loose,
Like a milkshake or fresh mango juice.
I’m not late, just playing with time’s elastic,
Turning every minute into something fantastic.
The clock may tick and tock with zeal,
But I’m the master of the grand reveal.
I’m not late, just giving time a playful twist,
Making sure my arrival is simply not missed.
So when you see me stroll in, no rush, no haste,
Just know I’ve arrived, fashionably late and delayed.
By. R. Naheed