Ring.

Alarm bells went off hours ago, yet we haven't moved an inch,
Loud and clear, it cuts through the air,
We all know it, we all sense it.
What doesn't matter,
is what we put ourselves through;
Besides the ups and downs,
the unnecessary overthinking everything,
feelings gone unsaid,
lips are sealed with that awful hot glue gun.
Actions gone unseen,
undeserving eyes don't look your way.
listen with your ears closed,
a nod and an okay simply won't do.
thoughts come and go,
without going twice about it.
Do something,
your corner isn't big enough for all of us.
Then theres a glimpse of hope, under the thorns;
don't explain my broken heart,
fragmented away from you.
when you run, you run back to your roots.
Procrastination; Leaders of tomorrow.