Tempus Fugit

I like
To think
When I’m on
The brink

I have many
A thought
My mind
Gets hot

I want fresh air
I like to run
And play
In the sun

I will go to the zoo
And laugh
At the lonely
Giraffe

I have a
Defective brain
Until I get a new one
I’ll remain insane

I will howl
At the moon
And visit India
During the monsoon

I have many dreams
I want to succeed
I am a teetotaler
So for me, no mead

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025