As I stand at the edge
Of the unknown,
I really, really, truly,
Want to go home.

Have I wasted my time
Chasing things I can’t reach?
Perhaps I’m fine—
Except it’s all bleached.

My eyes and my mind
Feel covered in bleach.
My path I shall find
In somewhere distinct.

Have I speed up the clock,
Doing things I should’ve not?
I’m only thirteen
So why bother at all?