Prime Time Poem by Orbiam Simon

in my prime
when things were fine
always being so kind
stepping up and flying
In all times keep trying
readying to shine
hosting nice buddies
having much goodies
eating munchy cookies
hanging in my studies

was that a crime?
Everytime I'm crying
plans burnt frying
why am i suffering?
stock stuttering
smelling like thyme
life's bitter like lime
hoping to aligne
while i'm still alive

penning my lyrics
silence is my rhythm
in tears dropping hymn
staring at my rhyme
and no one seems to listen
oh, some dreams remain hidden.