its time

out of breath, out of time
ive no excuse tired of lying
late for life- yet to bloom
so frustrated- cant happen too soon
potential unrealized- greatness unacchieved
too critical and cynical to believe
will it happen? where? when?
dont know where to go, dont know where ive been.

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[Vincent Weathers]

out of breath, out of time
ive no excuse tired of lying
late for life- yet to bloom
so frustrated- cant happen too soon
potential unrealized- greatness unacchieved
too critical and cynical to believe
will it happen? where? when?
dont know where to go, dont know where ive been.

This poem to me, reflects the preciousness of time, how not utilizing it properly would only lead to untapped potential. This is what I think of when I read this poem. "out of breath, out of time"
I get a feeling of an approaching death from it. ("Time. Silent Assassian.")
"don't know where to go, don't know where i've been." I also get a feeling of being without a place in society. 'where do I go?' reflects this well.
"Late for life, yet to bloom/.../potential unrealized...greatness unachieved" These two lines resonate with each other--it gets the point across, between literal and figuratively.

Overall, this poem is interesting to me. Its short, yet sweet. Good job with this.