Poem: Away it goes

Why can I not see me?

I keep trying to make a change, but I just remain still.

I can see what the world holds.

I just cannot see what it holds for me.

My time is running low, and my spirts are almost gone.

I need to get up and move, but my feet keep saying stay.

Stay in a hold that keeps getting deeper.

What happen to the dreams that came at night?

The ones that made me want to live the day.

They ran away, while I begged them to stay.

Now I have no vison and my time is just ticking.