I thought the vision was clear,    
        I guess objects arent always as they appear.
A promise for me to always remain true,
        I'm at fault, for I should have already knew.
It is unbearable
        Boring brick by brick.
Days passing on an empty clock,
        The echos ringing through my head, "Tick Tock."
I seem to have completely lost my mind,
         No value in keeping track of time.
Why remain when all purpose is gone?
        So I'll evacuate as each second carries on.