If my train of thought were a real train, It'd be a high speed bullet one whizzing by to fast to see the people in the window to fast for them to see me Or else it would be an hour late already and will it ever come? ask the people on the platform as they check their shiny silver watches It's the third time this week
I'm in a class, We sit in chairs. The teacher talks, They listen and stare.
And I'm unfocused.
My pen is scratching, My mind is clear, The class is there, And I am here.
And I should focus.
Oh, ****. It's quiet. Have I been caught? This is something that I should not Be doing But I can't help it, I'm trying to get it, But my mind is flying, And I'm sick of trying and My brain is crying for More than I'm offered and **** IT!
even the greatest fall weak sometimes, sometimes, people forget to realize, maybe those certain things didn't occur because they simply weren't made to happen, Or at least that's what we've obtained periodically. Thinking and trusting that things just happen for a reason, Can't possibly compensate or supplant for a lucid explanation as to why situations maintain escalation. Still wondering why? Well, I too ponder sometimes. Even to a fulfilled extent, It's merely another attempt to feel something yet again. No reminders or play back buttons to reverse or change time, Sometimes, we all forget how to embrace the superficial reality of facing the feeling of what it truly makes us feel alive.