Time

Clogged between steep high-rise
I wonder why
Or what benefit
Would this pretending do
when  I know I don’t belong here
When I know there’s so much to do
So much I want to do
So why am I stuck here
And my life refusing to go any direction
Its a repetitive countdown
One where I’m not moving forward
the time slides out
Grain by grain
Seconds churned out
Drained
I have to get up
Get out
I need to move
because staying still never did anyone good.

Advertisements

One thought on “Time

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s