Where is the time,
To sing, to dance, to be joyful,
And spend merry moments,
And magical moments with friends?
My life is now defined,
By a single needle’s edge,
18 units of insulin in the morning,
And 12 units of the fluid at night.
Life revolves around medication.
You are forever in a state of worry,
Rushing from task to task,
Worried about delayed trains.
Your only goal in life,
Becomes reporting to work on time,
Getting work done, and returning,
To put the injection as early as possible.
No time for social engagement,
No time for friends,
No time for merriment,
No time for myself.
Just a constant state of chaos,
Going through life,
Like the aimless stream,
That dies in the woods,
Before it reaches the sea!