I’m a particularly dangerous criminal.
I steal time.
Whenever I can,
I steal a little more.
I can’t help it.
I have this guilty pleasure,
which makes me giggle inside.
When everyone is spinning, stirring themselves here and there,
I stop.
I’m going to my secret place in the head
and I stop the time
or spin it back
or forward.
I play it on my fingers as I please,
I steal it and give it to myself.
No one knows my little secret,
my guilty and absolute pleasure.
I hide well
behind a laptop screen.
Fingers keep typing
and all I have to do
it’s to seem focused
and slightly nervous,
to keep them away,
while I am in my paradise,
billions of light-years away.
I’ve become a perfect criminal in this regard.
Right now, I’m floating on a snowflake.
I saw him at the window,
I left the chassis for the coverage
and I went to play with him.
He says we’re going sledding !!!
While the rest misspend themselves with nonsense
and time passes by them.
It’s okay, stay calm,
I save him cause I know what to do with him!
