Where does the time go when you’re alone?
Hours passing minutes passing.
Sun up and sun down.
I’m awake but hardly awake.
Where does the time go when a heart is broken but filled with words unspoken.
The time to speak would be now.
Right now _
I don’t have the guts to speak
I barely have the guts to think.
My words aren’t as deep.
My ideas aren’t as unique.
Where does the time go when my mind is throwing a mental tantrum.
Bypassing all of my actual actions.
I bypassed years by just thinking and not doing; and have the nerve to wonder where does the time go?
She has long hair don’t care with a huge derriere.
Oh boy has suit and tie with a unique swag of fly.
They made it in what seems like yesterday.
I was sleep while they was woke.
They even took some of my ideas off of my pillow.
What a cold world.
Where does the time go?- HonestlyFrank