I sit here, alone in my room wondering, what has come of me? Where has my life gone and where did all those years go? They seemed to pass by so quickly, almost without notice, like a blink of an eye. I could not walk, and could not talk, but now I run while using vulgarity. Some people change for the better, and some change for the worse. I hope I am one of those who changed for the better. I did go to school; I graduated several times, even though I did not see a reason for some of them. Time passed by, and I did many things, I head for the door as the doorbell rings. It’s only the mailman dropping off some mail, on his way out his shirt caught the rail. I began to laugh cause I thought it was funny, he then ran away, dropping some money. I picked up the bill, it was only 5 bucks, I threw it back down and shouted “this sucks.” I shut the front door and returned to my room, I locked it behind me and ate a shroom.
I waited and waited for the shrooms to kick in, it ended up being a simple reality check. My eyesight grew blurry and I could barely stand, I lay on the bed, covered in sand. At least I thought I was. Time passed by slowly and I became happy. I finally realized how to make time slow down. It was unusual said Flappy the clown. I began to see things, and that was not good. I remembered I got this shroom from the hood. Enough poetry, this is serious. I became extremely delirious. Ok in all serious now this wasn’t a joke. I sat in my room in silence and wondered if there was a way to go back in time. That would be pretty cool to have such a power. It may be cool to go back in time, but nothing’s as cool as spitting some rhyme. HAHA, gotcha.
If I had to choose a super power it would be to have the ability to teleport. That would truly be something because you could be at one place and within seconds you could be around the world. I continued to stare at the wall and ceiling bewildered. I did not know what to do next. I wanted to think about life and my accomplishments but my mind was simply blank. Since I assessed what I thought was my life, it was time to go for a walk. I passed by some schools, some bodegas, some more schools, some more bodegas. I wanted to see something new, but everything was the same. I took a few more steps and it began to rain. I ran straight back, right to my house, and only then did I realize I was walking in a circle. This was definitely a sign; the circle of life is my last rhyme.
