A band of thoughts are attempting suicide at the periphery of my mind,
I'm just a wastebasket hiding behind pile after pile,
A fertile land for damaged possibilities and short-lived dreams,
A rainfall of time but at my alter the minutes just freeze.

A choice to end my head out of its inevitable misery,
Sell my dreams to pay my passive soul's endless fees,
Or maybe buy some time never mind how high the bill,
But all my solutions stand under the impossible.

And while I wait with static arms and sleeping feet,
The walls that are turning grey stare at me with pity,
A million moons have risen and a million stars have departed,
My head just needs to say the words to my heavy heart.

Visualizing the future when every possibility suddenly happens,
Is a castle of ice that just melted on my head all of a sudden,
It's the moment when my eyes look up and I take everything in,
It's now because otherwise it's gonna be ... when?