Life is unfair. In the end, It must end. Why am I responsible for the things that happen around? Did I say responsible. Responsibility. It takes away my present. Makes me think of only future and past. It happens so fast, for hours, days and weeks won’t last. Why does it make me cast, of hurt and emotional blast. I had talent n passion to realize but money. I get money no time. They get time n money but anything to realize. I should vanish like I never was. No trace or memories should one possess, of me or the things I did or where I been. Time travel, could it be? Definitely not. Mind travel should it be? Perhaps not. Time pause. Time pause. Thought pause. Present tense.