Time is gone

Just an other number?
A number from the dooms day clock?
Just time passing by from one to another,
And I will still sit here waiting,

People who wait, good things happen,
Not in this world,
The white side of things will always blacken,
That's what opposites are for,

So how much longer will I wait,
Even though i guess waiting isn't much of an option,
As i'm waiting; time will fly by and still state,
That you've wasted time waiting,

So i'll take my life in the way i want,
Don't want to turn back,
Even thought the past is what makes things real and me confident,
So i'll ask again; which path shall i take?

Even though i'll fall though,
Down to the depths of choices,
The 2 sides of life the false and what is true,
I don't want to be a part of this but to judge and over rule,

Maybe if i leave home,
I might return to stay,
If i hate it, if i feel lost and alone,
I'll carry on.