Time

Wasted time, can I get it back? I'm not sure whether I want it back Don't catch my symptom, you won't get your normality back God, my vision blurry, I need you back Is it possible to not know your destiny here on earth? As I write these words my managers are discussing my worth Happiness is allergic to me, maybe it's somewhere beyond this earth Words in me get a sense of belonging, I then find my worth Writing on this paper although it writes nothing back It gives me space to lay these feelings, encouraging me not to look back Being happy in intervals is distorting, I need that consistency back God, you said you'll be here, please, I need you back Tears please stop, the ink on this paper cannot find its worth Frustration is installed, setting up files dismantling my worth I want you to say "you need me" so I get a sense of belonging on this earth I have no report to present to you when I leave this earth This paper says "I love you too" when there is no one to say it back Words become imprinted on it as a commitment therefore I cannot take them back This paper has no judgements, no emphasis on where I lack I see you are judging saying "he needs to get his confidence back" What are my contributions here on earth? Would I be treated as royalty if God sees my worth? I need to review my terms and conditions of my being here on earth I will recite these words and let the paper highlight my worth Wasted time, really though, was it?