By Anonymous, age 15, MD

Clock is turning

Time is rushing

And you just want to stand there

Suspended in life

You just want everything

To stop

To let your breath

To let your stand there

Without a deadline breathing down your neck

Without the rush of city streets

Drowning in waves of motors

Carrying your to everywhere, anywhere

Just not where you want to be

No expectations

No approval

No disapproval

Just a moment

Suspended in life

That’s yours

Only yours

Yours alone