Time...

Time is begging me to change this.
I'm disguised as the one, who can look at you...
But, I am afraid of the touch.
I am forbidden by the shards of your fragile emotions.
You try to shove your opinions in my direction.
How can one wonder?
How can you?
When some things in this world are obvious.
Not to everyone, I guess.
I feel like; I've, been trapped in some kind of trippy-mind game.
Warped.
I'm not sure why you do this?
Are you that bored?
When you no longer allow yourself to be set up for these games,..
Something changes.
Something inside of you heals, beyond anything imaginable.
You can pass it off as something old.
Something youthful.
Something like a mis-spent youth.
Something tired, and in need of being put to rest.