Time

Dear time,
I'm not having fun at all, for quite awhile now. I tried doing something I thought might be of use to the majority. But I guess it's still not enough. I have plenty of requests for you, but I know none of them will come true.

Yours Sincerely,
Eamon

Time, fast forward would you please.
I'm suffering at this moment I'm typing this.
Nothing I do seems to be of any use,
Nothing I show seem to be of any use.
It's true that I'm incapable of the position I wanna be in.
But I did all I could and put in everything I had within.
So now that I'm of no use, you just dump me at the corner?
Put me to sleep because you think I need to be more sober?
I do things because I know I can do it,
I won't be so silly to put my future in jeopardy.

I hope no one thinks I'm talking about them. I just need somewhere I can rant and this is the only place I can think of. I kindly request you people not to think too much. It's just me that I look into the most minute things.