Confused
Why is time so slow?
Why is day so long?
Why is hour so complicated?
Why is minute so wrong?
I can't help but to think
Why this world's so weird,
It's kind of like something
That I have always feared.
You sit and wonder why
You were brought here in the first place,
Not to only think
That it's kind of like a race.
To see who lives,
To see who dies,
To see who whispers,
Or tells all lies.
You never know what happens
In the very end,
It's time to end this complication
There's no more to be said.
Copyright © Christina Fletcher | Year Posted 2007
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