21 Days Left

I’m not the end to your boredom
or a solution to all your problems.
I’d wager you use everyone this way…
too hot, too fast, burning them up
until they fall to the ground in ashes.
A melodic tragedy of excuses
and heavy sighs lost on the wind,
while your eyes play innocent.
So take your need to be right,
all the knowledge you think you have
and the ways you easily cast me aside.
In 21 days, I’ll find the way out.