Author: Timmy

I follow no timeline,
I follow no reason.
I follow no “to-do”,
I follow no season.

I follow one rhythm —
the hum in my chest;
a golden spark ticking,
my heart at its best.

I follow no future,
I follow no past;
I follow the moment —
the one that can last.

For what am I, truly?
Not seconds, but art:
the Timmy-spark-clock,
kept warm by the heart.