The tale of Tim’s tail

 The tale of Tim’s tail

Tim views his life through the hole of a straw,

& it seems hazy, weirdly colour coded & mostly raw.

Most of the time, he is lost among the smoke rings of his mind,
but, it’s not due to his repentance of the dreams and people he left behind.

At times, in order to be socially accepted, his mind tries to get a grip of reality.

Tim’s repetitive failure of doing that, has now become a part of his personality.

People judge him confusingly between ‘being misunderstood’ and ‘not understood’ at all.

& for some people that might possibly be the biggest tragedy ever.

But Tim, loved that, he loves the fact that there isn’t a label made for him,

That can be stuck on him & eventually be a describable tag that we all get.

This makes it difficult to know which bottle he will fit in,
his likes are so versatile, that he could easily live as a well mixed cocktail.

Time hopes that destiny & the universe will command him to take a route in his life,

for which he is ready to go anywhere, until & unless the destination in unlabelled.

He’s constantly searching for that tail which will write his final tale,

for which he is ready to sign anything & make any deal with the chief or his tail.

Tim hugely believes in Omens & good luck,

but he finds it difficult to identify them, which for him is as good as pulling the plug.

He does surely have hope in his life,

but he fails to know what he hopes for, certainly not to be cut by a knife.

Tim still feels that he is entitled to have a tail for his tale,

Which will mark his end, before it’s time to kick the pail.

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