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Days pass and I wonder were have everything's gone
I have become too attached to things that will pass away
But think that it is good to hold on to something so everything won't sway me
I wonder when will my time come or maybe this is it now.
I found a pile of my old poem books as I was read them this one struck a cord within me. I'm in a rut that I can seem to get out of. It's like I just watch my days go by with nothing much said or done. I'm tired of this cycle, but it seem as if my surrounds won't let me move or change. I'm constantly frustrated and I'm tired of this person I am now. It time to shed this old skin and begin a new.