Time was going so slow,
Watching every minute pass by on the clock,
Staring at the paintings below.
Loads of books on table,
Yet so much left to read,
Mind is filled with thoughts not so stable,
Heart is an empty bead.
No missed calls from friends,
I'm sure they don't miss me,
Neither any recent texts from them,
No new posts on ig.
Can't go out, the world is suffering,
Can't stay in, my mind is buffering,
No passion left for any art,
Neither will my passion for life start.
So I write this, as my mind gets more and more tedious,
The time could go faster I wish, when my heart grows more devious....