change

you know that feeling

you’ve met so many people, and yet you know nothing about yourself

you are just a bystander looking at your own life, wasting it away nobody is going to make a movie on that shit nobody is going to read your story if you don’t start writing it yourself

you know that feeling of your days shortening your hours disappearing the fleeting nature of time, like sand slipping through your fingers

like sand, your walls break down crumbling your precious facade, shattering to the ground that feeling

here I am, hiding in between the lines like sand, running in the wind past the car window

now that nothing is changing I’ll change skin I’ll change homes I’ll change countries

now that nothing is changing

I’ll change you