I'm laying in my bed;

1 o'clock and still not asleep.

 

I'm laying there in the still

quiet,

wondering where the time has gone.

 

What happened to late

nights spent catching

fireflies?

 

What happened to my dressertop?

College applications replaced my

snowglobe collection.

 

What happened to all of the notebooks

I once kept all my stories in?

They are now filled with cruel numbers coming from 

figured costs of living.

 

What happened to staying up

at night, just to read one more 

chapter?

The books are on my bookshelf and my psychology textbook is

lifeless on my lap. 

 

What happened to sleepovers

nearly nightly?

They turned into "Sorry, I have work

tomorrow."

 

What happened to

listening to my MP3 player at any waking moment? 

It's dead and the cord is lost,

but I no longer have the time to worry.

 

What happened to the excitement

of teaching Sunday School?

No one showed up...

so there was no one to teach.

 

What happened to time...

 

and when did it escape my hands?