Window
Minutes Tick-tock. Tick-tock The arms are spinning Eyes locked on the clock Time running out The world is ending I should be running But I'm left suspended In absolute disbelief Staring at a screen The white rays Greeting me Seconds Upon seconds They pile up All wasted, worthless My very being incomplete All my feelings drowned, abandoned Discreet I wish I could spread my wings I wish I could be free The weight of expectations Crushing me Beneath its feet Walk, I can't Run, I wish Barely adequate at my craft Ill, I fell Poetry, my only escape The only window out of this hell Oh, I just wish that I could hold the time still Take time for my emotions to distill Barely managing to work and study Barely succeeding at what I do In an economy declining so hard I'm no longer even confused Just frightened and scared Wishing that I could leave They say it's the same everywhere But they lie as easily as they breathe Or they're stupid, sheep No matter, it frightens me I wish...