The clothes of an Idea

The corpse of an idea
A zombie in my mind
I aim far a head

My time slips by as I bid time
Calculating the different ways to save time
Constantly telling myself how I should be chaste
While I think off the skirts that I could’ve chased
Its like I let my potential just waste
While growing, adding, learning at no haste

Write, hand, write for you were made to.
My life feels like a movie part too.
I look to Jesus,
So when I’m down, I know I’m up next.