A Wrinkle In Life

Days are long, But soo short Wasting precious time With complaints of boredom Where does irony lie? Thriving toward a great tomorrow I sit conforming to society While the days are long I melt within a wrinkle Time moves soo fast Yet I beg for speed Crying as the years compile I wish to be a kid again Forgive me for my contradictions. But Mister… All I want is to go home Thriving toward a better future I blend into societies rituals While time moves fast I melt within a wrinkle Nothing to do But everything is incomplete Wanting a chance to make a difference Yet I don’t want to stand out A little unorthodox? Thriving toward a fresh start I bow down in society’s vanilla haven While there is nothing to do I melt within a wrinkle…