Fade

I stand here but I am not there
I'm not sure I remember where

Life fades in front of my face
I think I'm not in any place

If I had a time machine
I could go back to when I was fifteen

Then I could make everything right
I would be able to see things bright

Time passes through my fingers so fast
It might be the only way that I can last

Live life as if it will soon end
Because I can only pretend

I will definitely see the other side
Even though I have not died

Hope is the card I can play
In the game of life That's okay

A fading sketch!