I feel like I'm losing the dreams,
of the 5 year old me,
the one who saw something in everything.
Now the 15 year old me can only,
wish to see something in everything.
But what I do now?
I read and read,
not for satisfaction,
not for meaning,
not for literature,
not for mystery,
but for numbers on a paper,
written in red,
somehow meant to decide my future...
It's just raw matter,
matter imagination can't comprehend.
And with that it's been put to rest,
and I can just wish to
see something in everything...