Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Time flies by like a bullet.
No, not an arrow,
but like a bullet just fired from a gun.
And only God knows where it'll end up to.

I had a lot of time in my hands
that I used to rid of everything that bothered me.
Did I spend it wisely?
Or did I waste it over nothing?

I had a lot of time in my hands
And I tried to heal something big for me.
But is it big for those who are important in my life?
Or did I waste it again?

I had a lot of time in my hands.
Right now, I fear that I got little left.
And I remembered what I did with it.
Now, I ask myself, "Did I use it to the fullest?"

I rested, I played, I stayed home and rarely go out
But was I ever home or in another part of the world
As I read many stories that would distract me
from the pain of reality.

I always sit in front of my computer
my only companion, distraction, and destruction.
I always think what will happen next
But I rarely focus on the present.

Did I spend my time wisely?
Yes, I have been with my family -- physically
But was I there for them when they need me?
Yes, I stayed but was I even here?

Now, I have little time.
And with fear, I face my future.
Back to the hated reality that I must overcome.
The tomorrow of constant unsureness.

My time is nearing it's end.
The illusion I made for myself to cocoon me
slowly fades away, to bring me out again
into a world full of unsureness.

The time for hiding is nearing it conclusion
Did I grew my wings?
And once out...will I know how to fly?
To go back to the world filled with uncertainty

Did I use my time well?
Or did I forgot another important thing again?
What is the important mundane thing, you ask?
*laughs* It is your grasp on your present -- which is your gift...your current time.