Time is running long.

The minutes won't go by quick enough.

It used to be the other way around.

It used to be the minutes rushed by too fast,

but not anymore.

Now, I can't think

of anything to say

that isn't mean or hurtful,

or full of spite.

I'm not the bitter type.

It used to be I was.

I won't lie and say

that this wasn't any fault of my own.

It used to be different.


Time slips by slow.