Fast or Slow Days
I used to never go to sleep, and when I do I can’t wait to wake up.
Now sleep is the best part of my day, and I wake up just waiting to sleep.
I can’t tell if time is too fast or too slow, to be honest who knows.
Too alone to realize how fast my days go.
Time just hurts when I give it more thoughts.
Let it pass, let it go. Time is relative, and I’m relevant to one no more.
Merely a physiological being; I’m numbing my emotions for good.
Filling my stomach with food, then jerking my mind off.
Looking over the hierarchy of needs, I don’t give a f–k if this rhymed wrong
I can’t love this moment neither the future to live long.
Fast or slow days?
They get longer when I try to answer with words.