Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the man i am...isn't me.

wat i say...
but wat is this thing called time?
life's richest gift.
intangible and evasive , yet ever with us.
sometimes against us,
sometimes with us
sometimes we have it on our hands,
other times we waste it.
at times we hve none to spare.
we can be irregular in our time.
time never.
we can be early or late,
not so time .
we can clock it but never stop it.it is an indestructable trinity:
past, present, future.
we may mistime our appointment
but time never lets us down.
we can share it with loved ones, endure it with enemies
all things fade into it,
loves,
joys
pains and sorrow , gain and loss'
it tests us and blesses us.
"my times is in his handss"
oh! time immerial.
i would that my moments and days are never wasted or ill spent.
my times are in his hands
who changes not.'