yesterday wasn't a good time for me today I'm too busy all I can say about tomorrow is maybe that's if I'm not too busy like I was yesterday when time wasn't good for me that's not to say times bad but actually I tend to meet the right person at exactly the wrong time like clockwork it's awkward but time seems not to care it can be downright ruthless at times it knows nothing about love or matters of the heart it does not slow down for romance one can only dance as long as the record last then we pull out chairs and take our seats kick the shoes off our feet that's if our feet don't stink in order to make things stretch in a length of time it's a thin fine almost invisible line we tend to cross from time to time atcually when is it ever a good time