As diminishing as time, structural integrity of life line, I know I'll get there either way, but I'd like to sense this world a few more days. Or maybe more if I believe these words, and if it's all just senses how are any obsurde. Trying to view the world through other's eyes has left me sunken low and worse yet blind. So I guess it's best to be alone, if to these things you find you're prone. These decaying bar-like walls that we call home just keep a man and mind unfree to roam. But one day I'll break away from this grey cage, and in this aging book, write a new page. I was a fool to think it all so linear, shouted answers fall on broken ears. Just posing questions refusing to hear, it seems I've become my greatest fear. And as it diminishes with time, structural integrity of my mind. I accept that I'll get there either way, but I'd like to sense this world a few more days.