Tick tock with this eternal lost clock,
I stay alive in the night when all has gone to bed,
Out and caught up in my own head,
But I've realized it's not such a bad place.

My feet no longer hurt because I've already won the race,
Never felt like a winner,
More like a sinner,
But maybe that's how I'd rather be.

Through blind eyes is the only way I learned to see,
Found my way along this broken path,
But learned to call it home and not let it all clash,
In a lack of color I create beauty.

I found my way in a strange place and that's okay with me.