Gold soaked temptation
Seeps through unfinished pieces of poetry
And into half empty coffee cups
The time can’t make its mind up

You might be late
That doesn’t matter
You might be early
But who will notice?

Inside people are mutating
Outside the world is ablaze,
The flames are waving

A floating face apologises
For jolting you
You nod and wonder,
What he fears most

The music drowns out,
Everything you don’t want to analyse
Songs that sounded appealing an hour ago
Now, thaw your brain

You wait for something inspiring
To knock you over the head

Nothing comes.

So you get up and head to the destination
You should have been half an hour ago