Three seconds left
There’s no timeouts remaining.
The fans are full of resentment
With hope surely waning.

The ball bounces against the floor,
Repetitious with its nature.
Congruence with each ascension,
Life gasps for air with this momentous suspension.

There’s nothing that can be changed or rearranged.
Nothing to help, nothing to hurt,
Unexplainable anxiety as you slowly tear your shirt.

A bounce,
A roll,
A movement,
A fall.
An exorbitant amount of disbelief.

The stopping clock brings a new sound.
A collapsed heart, and a detached soul,
The new demeanor now begins to take its toll.

It’s the end of all of this noise,
And all of this hope.
No longer precariously wavering upon this rope.

It’s snapped, it’s different, no longer the same.
If only this was about a game.

Life perceived by eyes slightly tinted from a past
Problematic situations appear suddenly vast
Unable to comprehend the actions of others
Due to the daily discourse of thought inside my mind
Not just another
Careless aimless being simply living to find
A new undiscovered way to waste money and time
Logic and reasoning with each and every step
It’s been ten months and I haven’t forgotten yet
People sometimes ask why I do the things I do
And I say, “To try to live with purpose, how about you?”
It’s clear that for many, maturation has not yet come
But for me, it’s been some time
It has not just begun
Now don’t think that I don’t relax and never laugh or smile
Because each and every day I do and it lasts for a while
But when it’s time to handle duties
I believe I handle things well
Ever since my release it feels as if it has been a spell
Nothing I would ever want to have taken away
But something I love and cherish
With gratitude and happiness
Every single day
Although what has occurred in my life has been a great atrocity
I feel as if I have grown
And that nothing can stop me
To accomplish what I want in life
Without being a bore
Hoping to grow old someday
Praising god for allowing me to not walk out that final door
It is evident my personality and mind have changed,
But if feel as if it has been for the good
Unable to comprehend why the world doesn’t do what they should
I wake up everyday now with a purpose and direction
Ironically enough it may have been my greatest blessing
Simply knowing what was close and what could possibly be
I feel that my soul now speaks and that my heart can see
Before I was only concerned with objects or the plan for a night
Nothing truly important
Nothing with great height
But now I see what’s important and what needs to be
For I feel that my soul now speaks and that my heart is free