kid playing with the world

life in realtime is an slow space moving
things we hate run the slow space
you seems to be waiting
as the time go by and never reach the end

I was a kid once with the world between my hands
excited about it..
cannot remember who gave it to me
but it did, and told me to do something with it

As I held the world it became hurting
made my hands bleed
I wanted to break it,squeeze it
everytime

I couldnt find any fun about it
so I gave it to someone else
not told to do something with it
but to intended to succeded living with it

to survive in the slow space moving
real lifetime torturing of every day