What If I am Never On Time

There is a time for everything

The professor said when I tried to ride a bicycle when I am not supposed to

There is a time to study

To work and play

To fall or step into love

Or by chance, our time never matched

We are late

Even for birth

In an era of connectivity where the Earth’s distance shrink

We thrive even harder for intimacy

Swipes faster and more

Stayed connected yet

Imagining thousands of options out there

If only things have a queuing number

At least you can estimate the waiting time