where am i?

i call this the time
where i define what is
where would i go
how will i get there

the summer of planning
before the arrival of my destination
i am content
everyday i sit and do nothing
as i breath the word nothing
seeps into my head

that's all i can think
lost of emotion
any pride too much wondering
this may be confusing

as it may sound
i talk no one is listening
the day is coming
i make paste my time is almost up
i will walk i am tired

i have no strength to carry on
will this wind break my step?
i say i must move on
i say again
is anybody listening

my time is almost up
i need a sound
from the lips of anyone
i am going insane

am i drowning
this is only an illusion
make it stop
it won't go away

my time is almost up
the daybreak awaits
countdown to eternity
what will my future be
the same as yesterday's tomorrow's plans
never fail of the unplanned
i breath to write this

this is it i make the decision
time is almost up
make a commitment
this poem is not a joke

to the audience of no one
to my self sincerely
wake up it's time to go
don't waste away

the time is right
to write this wasn't wrong
it's just how i feel
nothing is going strong
stop waiting

my time is almost up
make a commitment
I'm sure we all had enough
the sense of this is lost
where is the meaning

can i find it and rewind
months ago i couldn't tell