Days go by.

Some days,
the world seems to be so busy..
time goes by so quickly,
and the day seems so easy.

Some days,
the world seems damned of all glory..
time drags so so slowly,
and the day keeps you so lonely.

Why must this be..

If it is true that the world is as we see it,
why must it change before our very eyes?
Is there anything we can hold true?
Or is it all just a bunch of comforting lies?

Some days,
the trees stand still,
and time seems to follow suit..
No breeze blows by, not one shake..
How I wish I could not be awake.