GUST

I heard the centre does not hold
that's why
I'm clinging to these corners
See,my white is becoming cream
My black grey
My reality is split to illusions
And when I wake up from sleep
Am totally blank
Because i did not dream
Things are fading away so quickly
When i look up
The clouds be moving way too fast
I heard em say its the wind
Or is it a gust
When i look in the mirror
I see my own evolution
Without the blink of one eye
From a soft chin
To a face pimped with pimples
Now I got a beard
And here it is tunning grey
BUT AM STILL IN THE SAME CLOTHES
Look at my friends
They got wives and kids
But still
Here I be
Wishing..
If this is a dream
PLEASE!!
Please slap me
So I snap out of it
And i will be willing
To go a week
Without a blink
Leave alone sleep
And if it was inception
Then let me say splendid work
For i learnt my lesson
Time is precious
But even more
Is what you do
With your own.