I Am... Wistful

Lonely sleepless quiet,
Hoping for tomorrow.

New day means new chance,
Friends to keep, to lose.

Family, responsibilities,
Computer, escape.

Never quite lost,
But longing for a way.

Eyes flicking back and forth,
From wall clock to screen.

Wishing for a few more minutes,
Losing time anyway.

Enjoy your childhood, they'd say,
Because it won't last.

Still clinging, still hoping,
That this final year won't pass.