October 6, 2010

If anyone is reading this, you must know I am a novice.

16 years, still in counting
today I'm trying this new thing called blogging

I wrote the poem breakingout to describe my day.
I felt indifferent, yet liberated in some sence.


Somebody loves me.

Breakingout

I am lost,
just a face in the crowd,

running from destiny
my breathing loud.

Knowing, my mistakes from the past
are finally catching up with me, at last.

I am a thief,
stealing time,
my prescence feels more than just a crime.

Footsteps behind me sounding close,
life has come to take me, like a dose.

Life drags me down crashing onto me like a wave,
and sometimes I think, I'm life's slave.

The pain of feeling so ignored,
is more pain than I can afford.

This is where I need to realize,
life shouldn't be wasted before my eyes.

For every moment I can spend
brings me closer to the end.

Time will eventually overcome me,
sending me into a place of eternity.

Now, I realise with no doubt
time is surely running out.
 I'm taking action, it's time to breakout.