MY LIFE

I feel like an octopus having to do so many things in such little time, but I don’t have as many arms. I feel like I’m being targeted, by any and every thing, just attacking me in swarms. If I can only slow down time, the things I would do, the places I would go, and I can do it because I have so much time. I feel like time is always working against me, like a fast moving predator (cheetah), and I’m the prey. It’s as if time had a meeting with death, and injustice and agreed upon ruining my life, but I didn't have a say.
     Life is hard, life is rough, but it can also be tough. Life goes on without you, even after your funeral life goes on, no one can sit around and weep forever, and in other words people have other things to do. Life is the shoe and I’m just the three week old gum on the bottom.