Temporal fragments of happiness lift us up from a flat line – bringing comfort to a weakened mind. Mixed signals impair our sight from what is real; we fail to see what is real. Permanence retains no value and neither do I. I hold no worth, yet I march toward my grave. With a future determined, we must search for a reason to justify living our lives. Sorrow won’t follow me anymore – this hollowness resonates through me. Can’t wind the clocks back to the start - can’t see my future for my past.
Surrounded by borrowed time, I am so lost in my own mind. I will search for a divide; escape boundaries and redefine living. I refuse to confide in cynicism – I will reach out regain touch with what’s right.