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Time Seeps Through




All I can do

Is let time seep through my fingers

All I can do

Is let my existence linger

This sadness is a dream

But I am awake, longing to float down stream

Instead I stand

Instead I fall

Instead I continue to question, what is the point

The point of it all

I cling to the time

The time that dissipates

With a feeling that evaporates

Where all I can do is sit, and wait

I don’t know where I am

For I don’t know where I go

As the sky continues to show

A seemingly endless day

Into a night that blocks the sun’s ray

What do I do

What do I say

Why won’t this sadness

This sadness

Just go away

Because it is a symptom

And it will