Make it Better


To you, it's forever away

Not for like fifty-trillion months

But it's just around the corner

To me

A month passes as quickly as a week

A week feels like a day

All that sand in my hourglass

Is fastly slipping away

I'm losing grip

And spiraling downward

Maybe you notice

Maybe you don't

Either way it's affecting us all

Rose, Sue, Bianca-Morgan

We're all in this together

But somehow nothing

Not even that thought

Can make it better

Because nothing we do

Can make the hourglass slower