Its funny and strange how time quickly passes
How night dashes to morning
How my windows goes from dark to light
It infuriates me, yet it feels strange
It makes me mad on how time tells me
That I might lose everything
That I might not gain anything
That I might stay where I am
That I will always be like this
That time will move but I will not
I hate it, I despise it
It makes me scared
Sitting, I stare at my window
Noticing how the color outside quickly changes
Does time even exist?
Morning to night seemed like a second
