petal poetry

24 minutes

07:35 11/07/2018

in retrospect, i am unsure of whether i am the same
or if when i got lost in the maze, my mind was exchanged, and now this is who i have to be

staring at the clock, hearing the measly tick tocks
i'm aware that time is running out for me to save the world and a few people have already gone by now

it's too devastating to share your work
to a group of wolves who will attack what they choose and leave very little open to the air

and by all means, i wish i could be
somewhere doing something i dreamed of instead of sitting and waiting for nothing

but in my illusive confidence
i hide behind just how shy i really am, because it's easier to live under a facade

so that's the truth untold,
though no-one will care to listen when they're in this world, for there is so much more to learn

and people are only interested
in what they themselves find interesting, and others can't find their way in

and people are only intrigued
by all the drama they want to see because its for free, real life personalities

so what if my 24 minutes end too quickly
if i find myself lost on the end of the city without anyone to help me

i guess, in prospect, that's all it could be
for i don't control you, and you don't control me

07:44 11/07/2018