In this noise polluted zone
I no longer feel at home
The strange faces that I see
Are all looking back at me.

When did these changes all take place?
Is my question to the one who commands time and space
I was not even truly aware
But I refuse to live in fear.

This is where dreams come to life
Racing against the sands of time
Grasping them quickly to make the journey complete
There is no possible way I will accept defeat.