Time moves so slowly as I sit on this very chair
Watching time pass me by like those clouds ☁️ in the sky 🌌 it blows away
Scared to be frozen like a Statue
Unable to move
I watch others smile and enjoying life
Meanwhile I feel the cold wind 💨 blowing me
As if to push me to do something
I lay in the same chair like someone who got shot
Feeling my spirit leaving my dead body
As I watch myself die...
I’m like a paper bag I only drift away
With no purpose—
Sometimes I wonder if I’m just being ungrateful with life
Am I asking too much?
Am I being too needy?
Am I annoying?
Am I hopeless?
Am I glued to this city like a tree?
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