change gone come

i’m growing less interested
as time progresses
as if its stale
the air is thin
the blood boils
the edge is closer an closer
to me just leaving
my indifference grows like
tension in the middle east
my boredom is feeding
my desire for something new
i need to live again.
this time has been a blast
i want it to last
but as time passes
i feel it might slip away
like sand through a hourglass
dwindling down like air in the gas chamber
i’m just getting tired of this life
one sided it feels to be
hopefully we can move to a better situation
this aight working for me anymore.

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