Time

I saw him on the street
A big head, itchy feet
I asked him about the time
He answered in the blink of an eye

"That's really relative thing"
He took out his guitar and started to sing:

See this guy on wheelchair?
He looks on the clock really rare
He just think how to surive
Among the crazy people in this wild town

And look at this gray-haired dame
She swore the youth in the old frame
She's going to buy bread to the store
She doesn't count the time anymore

And see the lovers on the bench
The time for this people is strange
They turn the deaf ears to the sounds of the city
Absorbed in themselves, closed at vanity

I didn't want to stop his labour
And started to explain
That i just wanted to know an hour
And already missed my train.