Hold on, just one more minute. Time is what I need now, but it’s running out. What am I doing here? I don’t belong here. Look at how they stare, think I’m insane. Just send me to rehab won’t make a difference now. Think you can cure me? My last breath is gone, and now I’m fading. Try to hold on to you but you look away. What did I do? Don’t remember my crime, but they look at me with despise. Here I am crawling, trying so hard not to be washed away. Suddenly the path seems clear. I let go, and fly away.
