Fate And Time-1

Imagine an obscure somebody running Running and running alone... 'Who? ', if you can't guess, struggling To find his road or path too- then Be sure it's Time Time has serpentine legs Coiled and coiled in many whorls His feet and head never we find How tricky he boards the whole creation A swirling snare we're caught in...he's a demon Imagine an obscure somebody scribbling Scribbling and scribbling alone 'Who? ', if you can't guess, struggling To find his pen or stylus too- then Be sure it's Fate Fate is totally invisible..a cunning paranoid His hysterical thoughts decide our lives Pleasure or pain, his play, no use being annoyed His tight clasp has in flocks the whole creation Berserk the earth goes..Fate is a demon