Time

As every single teen,
Playing with time,
But never ask why
Since we have so much spare time.

Fooling myself into a world of fantasy
So as to forget the upsetting lines.
Not to wear a watch,
Pretending everything is just fine.

The pointer stops at a point,
Passes the number
And finally flies
So many times that I can't remember.

When I flip through the calender,
Saddly realize the time is a rat,
Passes you quickly and immediately hides in somewhere else.
So I pick up my book again and start my revision before I regret.