My life’s just a mess,
While I’m sitting,staring in a daze.
When in reality I’m trapped in a,
Weird figure.
This figure looks plain,
It’s an hourglass, whatever that is.
Reminiscing about the past,
Looking back at what has,
Been lost and never found.
Phantoms of deeds,
Quilts and pleasures.
Looking forward at more to come.
Help, I have to get out of here!
