Some days time flys, though I can’t say what kind of bird it flys like.
I suppose that it might fly more like an airplane, or a helicopter.
Tonight I’m asking your thoughts of this subject. How do you think time flys? Like an eagle, swift and gracefully.
Like a crow, jumping from place to place in search of food.
Like a jet? Like a bi-plane?
Slow and clumsy like a chicken?
Or is time more like a penguine? Flightless?
Let me know what you think.
Thanks for reading my rambling thought.