In my senses it's all broken
Time scatters like shattered glass
And every word spoken
Is filled with emotion, with wrath

The then, the when, the now
Time is all that matters
I wonder entirely how
I'm devoid of life, rather

I live in a dazical reality
And it's end could be any day
But... I honestly cannot see.

In my head it all fits
Dreams sync like clock gears
And each heartbeat hits
like a drum through my years

The past, the future, the present
Time doesn't matter
Inside, I don't resent
I'm full of life, rather

I have sensical daydreams
And their end is nowhere near
or atleast... so it seems.