12:12 from ages ago.

12:12 in the morning
tired and alone
thoughts tumble and fall
down my mind
the raging river within continues
then stop.
nothing happens
nothing ever happened
sit
move
run
fly
stop
die
nothing happens
the world doesn't know
existence is futile

...for now

future holds the possibility of greatness
if only I could reach
reach and attain
far but close,
close but miss
I stop.
again I'll try

...eventually

don't know when

I've stopped trying now
stopped all pain
all emotion


I still feel from time to time
when I see his face
my heart soars
sores
but that hardly happens,
he doesn't know me
like the world
they don't know me
but they will
they all will

Someday when I make it in this ever shrinking planet they'll know me.

and I'll be happy.
and I'll have him.
and I'll cry.