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
