Time_Line
written by: Jesson Rata
I'm staring at a spot for a very long time.
I'm sleepy, lifeless, and bored; sitting here comfortably should be a crime.
I stare at a blank space again.
The time slowly progressing, day dreaming puts me in zen.
As I warm my seat, my eyes are ready to set.
Even quick interruptions turns my temporary rest to threat.
Half an hour left, I'm counting down.
I'm king of the sofa, bring forth my crown.
I see the end is nearing, but it's far from ending,
I'm drifting, leaning, trying to move on, time is suspending.
When I finally reach the line,
No lime from the lights, no celebration, no shine.
Walking steadily, with shame, back to where I started.
Fantasies all gone, dreams departed.
The path I take, rooted from own choice,
Rising from the ashes, I found my inner voice.
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