It’s too far and too close at the same time
Only 5 more years before the future I have been planning and mapping out will come to pass.
I know 5 years sounds like a long time. I thought so too, but I’m really running out of time.
I have made drafts and the details made a story in my mind.
I thought it would be possible, but it seems like my dreams were too big for this world.
Maybe if I hadn’t spent so much time in my mind re-reading the story I wrote and named “My Life.”
I wouldn’t constantly wonder if the plot will stay on track, if some dreams really are impossible.
I feel like the time I have it’s running thin, I can’t quite explain it.
It’s just this thing. It felt like 5 years turned to months, to weeks, to mere seconds, in 5 seconds.
Or maybe it’s me. Maybe I dream too much.
No… I know I do, I really do, but what else am I supposed to do with my time?
How else can I prepare for what might happen to me.
It all depends on time, I don’t know if I need more or less time!
Time, Time, Time. I have mentioned that quite much.
It’s a concept that I thought I understood fully, but now it’s kind of tough.
I just need to know if I want more or less time!
It’s so so so frustrating, yet I can’t do anything but yell and rhyme.
But only in my mind and only on paper and documents.
Because, like a wind chime, no one bothers me unless I’m louder than I’m supposed to be. Then they look and turn away.
Because I am not worth their TIME.
I’m having mixed feelings about time.
It’s too close and too far, and too broad and too loud, and too much, all at the same time.