I wrote a weird poem about being afraid of never doing anything before you die, or perhaps settling for a lesser life. Probably because I fear ending up that way Anyways, here it is. Hope you like it. No stealing! Magic Bulletwound I'm waiting for the perfect time To catch the magic bullet, opening the destined space within time To catch the magic schoolbus, await the speedblazing train That's where I'll be for however long it takes to reach me This cold empty corridor I'm within isn't nearly as cold as it is in my skin This feeling, the tingling of chills upon my spine What a discomfort to know I've wasted all my [time/life] Waiting. Cause all along I knew it would never come Waiting just cause all this time it was my best excuse You're wasting all your time alone you sit in darkness This station has been abandoned 20 years before your birth Just pretend you got your luggage in hand As your empty heart [corrodes/devours/swallows] your soul Unless you feel some motivation to confront your demons And fall with dignity and a smile upon your face Just like the rest of us.
