Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane

Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset

Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people

I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence