Staring at the mirror, feeling low. A tear shines and then it goes. Life’s like quicksand, and I can't stand, I can't stand. I am crying in earnest now But I can't hear my sobs. Am just goanna rest my head on the pillow and let it soak. Right now I feel like I can't take it more, take it anymore. Things I didn't do haunts me most. Paper scattered all around, I close my eyes and rest my head for a while. Think, think don't think, There's too many things. Life goes on, everything is wrong. I put on my shoes and am chasing time. I was always slow but now I know how it feels, To be left behind. I keep telling myself that life is long. I got to keep pushing myself and that is going strong. One step at a time is not good enough. Time leaps ahead when I am barely sitting up. I have lost the race before its end. Is it the end of my hope? Am I losing faith? What is the point in lamenting? Who really cares? And what if they care too? It’s not goanna make me