my internal monologue is saturated analogue in the depths of desperation yet love loss and desperation are a most common theme of living and I do not pretend to not be like the rest to follow the mob mentality and if anyone says that they are special then they are an abhorrent liar, liar pants of fire  WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE we ask ourselves with hands cupped over our ears tongues in our mouths as we begin to age we wonder what could have been as we sit confined to our desk jobs in cubicle prisons what should have been WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE we dwell on mistakes and our evolution  we dwell on will things ever change will I see you again I do not know I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you you aren't even gone and I miss you and it is tearing me apart I am a newspaper hat on the head of a child and you are the balloon in their hands and though we come from the same world we are not of the same brand and they will let go you will fly away and I will remain here without you is this love if I only had more time WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE do you know you are my muse and I think of you often do you do you do you know id like to ask but I fear you maybe in a couple of years when we have both matured but then again I am and always will be a child to you I just need more time to grow up WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE a curse a pox on me and my sorrows we drown ourselves in worry we fret constantly we love easily I miss you I miss I miss you where has the time gone, my love, where has the time gone?