I feel something’s missing now
Even though its been gone for days

I can’t stop seeing
Hands of men
Old and new
Wrinkled and porcelain

I’m caught between a smooth breeze
And a raging ember
That burns beneath my skin
But the universe still spins

I don’t know how
Seconds still manage to tick
Or how minutes keep passing by
Or how the ocean keeps crashing
In and out with it’s tide

I don’t know how you leave your room
With all that waits outside.