Crazy Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

What was I thinking?  
Time is a ticking. 
I need to get back over there fast. 
He's living in the past. 
I'm worried what my future will hold. 
Because right now I'm feeling pretty cold. 
I don't know what I'm going to do. 

The ghost of my future just said boo. 
My dream is to be a famous writer. 
But I don't know how to get any higher. 
I'm stuck in the same spot. 
I feel like a little dot. 
How can I rise up as a poet?  
I guess I just need to go out and do it. 
If anyone has the key,  
Please come and help me.