At 236
I started counting down
Because everyone started to count down
To keep track of time
To feel like we have no time
I was afraid
I panicked and I felt lost
Half of the time was wasted
In things that don't even matter anymore
At 65
I was at ease
Suddenly things felt safe
I felt like I had plenty of time
Little did I realise they were slipping away
At 32
All I cared was yet another small hurdle
Something that probably wouldn't even matter in time to come
I spend time thinking and overthinking
Now that I thinks about it
It was dumb
At 15
I told myself two weeks
To make a difference
I need time now
How much does it cost?
Right now
I don't know
I don't know
The end is coming
I'm afraid it's yet another terrible beginning
I'm not prepared at all
