Helpless Little Child

Days gone by, time runs fast. Leaving me behind like a helpless little child.

Here I sit wondering if I will make it, will I not?

Shivers run down my spine as I know the big day is coming closer.

My brain feels tight as I think of it. My eyes run sore from the facts that I read.

Time won’t stop running, days won’t stop changing. Like a helpless little child I keep on crying.

Without a doubt, I know it won’t change anything.

Today I shall start making my books my companion, my meat in my diet, my liquid for my kidney.

“Go Me!”, there is left to say.

To be on par with the running time and the continuous changing night and day.

Yours Truely.

P/s Jag Therapy the awesomeness.