Time

I'd like to jump but the distance is to great. I'd like to change but time is but nought. I'd like to live but am yet to be accepted. Time is like a river, fast flowing and ever changing. Just once god, couldn't you give me a time and place I can be accepted? Just for five minutes I want to be envied and adored, to be silver, not slime. I want to write, not to be a tough, well experienced killer and saboteur, but an authour of the golden pen. Fine is the thread she spins, words flowing like water onto the page. Do we have to change to suit the world, or does the world have to change to suit us? Only in fairy tales, people see each other for what is inside, not out. Our world is fragile, and it only takes a gust of wind for it all to collapse. Do we stand alone or divided? The choice is made by all of us, to work together or alone, that must be decided and soon