I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS IN SONG FORMAT TO PLAY ON MY GUITAR, BUT I HAVE DECIDED TO SHARE IT AS A POEM:
As I sit here watching the clock,
Time seems like it’s moving too slow,
All that’s left to do is dream about,
Is how I could have so much more.
Life is only fair when you make it that way,
Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,
I feel my life is just moving so slow,
If I don’t start to run I may never know.
And it’s over now,
I must move on somehow,
No looking back,
To the place I left behind.
So I still sit watching the clock,
But the time means nothing to me,
All that’s left to do is live my dream,
Just the way it was supposed to be.