Time

Passing me by, my life is underway 

Same body, same face

Came a long way since that day

I made sure I didn't become just an image of a creation I once created in my head to make sense of certain situations

If I was someone else in the same body, would my mind be as clear and open

I feel wounded but not broken

I've seen strength in the weak

I've felt love within all the hate

I've kept quite when things grew louder

I wanted my voice to be heard amongst the rest but the messages I wanted to spread wouldn't have made a difference

In a world of names and places

Nobody listens, so what is the point of a name, I don't know where I stand in the universe but I know I am just a silhouette in front of the sun

In a world of everything having a reason

Do I really have to justify one?

I am a question on a quest to find my answer 

It's not given to me on a platform

In a world of time measuring

Is there really a difference between a second and a year because time is moving faster than it appears

In a world of my own with the right principles, I can live like I'm dying because I am

Each breathe of oxygen is killing me slowly but keeping me alive as time passes me by