Once I made a wish as a kid
To lose time because it was all I had
Time crept slowly without progress
I just wanted the loneliness to pass.
In middle school, I wrote a poem
One 'bout time being lost.
Hours and days almost wasted
But I still felt too young.
Am I still too young?
Frozen in time?
While watching years
Themselves fly on by?
I feel like I'm stuck in a room
Simply staring at the ceiling
Been here so long that I haven't
Enjoyed life much as a human being.
I'm still siting in that room
Watching time pass by more
As I only write letters endlessly
To the outside world.