Things change too fast, or I don't change fast enough.
Time flies by when I haven't even grown my wings.
There are things that are not how they used to be.
They are not how I want them to be.
They are not how I need them to be.
People leave while I am still hanging on;
thread by thread they cut themselves away.
I too am cut in the process.
People are running and I
am falling, drowning, breaking,
stuck in the landslide of
too many failed relationships
and too many successful lies.
There is a time and a place for everything,
and I fear that I have no time or place anymore.