Quick Trip

 It's in this very moment 

That I question al things

Nothing feels right

Is it selfish or selfless 

The pit of my stomach 

Do I speak 

Or only when spoken too

What are the rules 

Who do they apply too

Day after day 

I supply myself

No rules

If so I'm breaking them

So why do I feel an air

Like I gotta take

It's slow

Times up I already know








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