Sure

Time is scarce,
It doesn't matter,
Soon enough,
It will happen.

I still see it,
Smell it,
Fell it,
Care about it.

All happy thoughts into one,
Should I look for another?
Of course never ending,
No harm done by the other.

Well soon my gorgeous,
Don't go anywhere,
Each road I take,
Will lead me there...

One thing is for sure,
The pen likes the paper,
The huge mystery is,
Will the paper be the maker?

Confused once again,
Seems to happen so easily,
There are so many paths,
Wish one would find me.

So many paths off this one road,
Yet there seems to be another,
This road is rocky. Not safe!
Could be lost in time but there to gather.

Somewheres calling,
From a far away town,
Should really be there now,
Wonder what's going down.

Sounds like Bic wants to go,
Both your times will come,
Together you will show,
Ready to have some fun.