against the clock
time goes so fast. it orbits my energy pace. yet, it accuses me for putting the blame on my lucky stars, asking people to have all the time in the world for me. there isn’t much to tell. I assure you in the name of those who forgot to put their priorities set above the water.
don’t ask me what it was, or what it is; it won’t make sense anyway.
the clock keeps singing, making an echo all over the empty house; the curtain bleeds light into a straight line, obviously forcing me to slowly pull the sheets over my head; and the name my parents would yell off at the top of their lungs.
oh I figure it out, this house is never empty. it just sounds empty, it seems empty. somehow I wake up and find myself conquering my mind, barely taking off the seatbelt that’s supposed to secure my sanity.
don’t ask me what it was, or what it is; it won’t make sense anyway.
the clock keeps singing, making an echo all over the empty house; the curtain bleeds light into a straight line, obviously forcing me to slowly pull the sheets over my head; and the name my parents would yell off at the top of their lungs.
oh I figure it out, this house is never empty. it just sounds empty, it seems empty. somehow I wake up and find myself conquering my mind, barely taking off the seatbelt that’s supposed to secure my sanity.