maybe

fall the leaves plopping into the water with a splash too heavy for them
the sands of time and all i know fading in front of me and away
too many people talking at the same time makes me hear nothing
trying my best does nothing when they don't care what they say anyway
so saturated my thoughts have become lately
longing to be wrung out and have the liquid inside harvested
i know these people thirst, why do they not drink?
i know these people thirst, so dammit why do they not drink?
maybe i'm just in over my head
maybe i'm just overplaying these peoples problems
maybe i'm supposed to just observe
maybe i'm supposed to let them complain
maybe it's time to log out from these problems
maybe it's time for me to take care of me
maybe... is all i have