Since we were younger our days stretched hours on end We learned that a long day, added to a long week, a long month, a long year, and farther But we get stuck in a reality that goes through the motions We become numb Unable to keep up Stressing perfection Caught up in our own lives Our own bubbles We cycle over and over and over, till there's nothing left Not once to realize the time tick by Not once seeing our hair turn grey Not once glancing around us Until... It's time to say our goodbyes We feel... unfinished There's so much more to do Why was there such a long wait... For nothing Why is life being cut short? We try to defy this reality In the end... Our bubbles pop Just like the ones before us And our mist... Destined for some place unknown