Laying on my soft settling bed,
relaxing every bone in my body.
Nothing springs to mind what i'm going to do today..
but why is that such a bad thing?
I have this thought
that life is so great why am I wasting it?
but what the hell can I do..
I don't want to do anything which confuses me.
Going out just makes me want to go home even more,
so why go out in the first place?
All this pressure that I must do something with my life
but I just want time to stop!
Change is what really scares me.
Moving schools,
making new friends..
I have had too much in my life!
stepping out that door makes me
feel like it's happening all over again..
Maybe me going out is a symbol of change?
I have these weird ways of making things which it isn't,
but why would I think of that when it's not?
it has to mean something..
Another day goes by and i'm still at home.
Time going by but all I want to do is stop.
I guess what I am trying to say is
life right now for me isn't the greatest
but life ahead of me is what's keeping me going.
To be honest I have no clue if people know what I'm talking about. If you read my regular poems etc. they usually rhyme so i wanted to randomly make this. But if you do understand what I am talking about please try and interpret this into your words and i'll see if you got it right...
