The clock reads seven forty one
The thoughts have won.
I'm just so done.
They're always there no matter how far I run.
It's eight twenty-four
And im out the door.
I just wanna be more
I sigh as the tears begin to pour.
I used to follow my dreams.
Oh how they gleamed.
But they've all turned to steam
I'm just gonna scream.
The clock strikes twelve.
Everything is dark
It's even in my art.
Theres nothing in my heart.
I look to the moon
Hoping for answers soon.