you know that feeling
you’ve met so many people, and yet you know nothing about yourself
you are just a bystander
looking at your own life, wasting it away
nobody is going to make a movie on that shit
nobody is going to read your story
if you don’t start writing it yourself
you know that feeling
of your days shortening
your hours disappearing
the fleeting nature of time, like sand
slipping through your fingers
like sand, your walls break down
crumbling
your precious facade, shattering to the ground
that feeling
here I am, hiding in between the lines
like sand, running in the wind past the car window
now that nothing is changing
I’ll change skin
I’ll change homes
I’ll change countries
now that nothing is changing
I’ll change you