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My Life


My life as I see it is this big mystery to be solved, A puzzle missing that final piece. I'm on the outside looking in seeing everything flash before my tired eyes. So quickly, like sand sliding from the palms of my hands, Trying to keep everything together but I'm losing the control. Days are turning into nights faster and faster. Mondays quickly become fridays, Due dates become a thing of the past Staying up till midnight so I can pass this class. Responsibilities are becoming greater No more are the days of just keeping up my grades, and cleaning my room. Now it's going to be that, and these bills, bills, bills. Adulthood snuck up on me one day Without any warning, but it's here to stay. Now that it's here all I can do is hope and pray That thing will become more clear.
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