There are times when i'm on top of the world There are times when i'm at its core There are times when i accept it There are times when its a chore
Time heals all wounds, or so the saying goes What about the naked eye, blind to my bones How long does it last for? does it ever end? it's a hard path to walk, going around the bend
Time is a strange way to measure an emotion Since when did time cause this much commotion The sound of silence interrupted by a ticking clock Time once again is running amok
Written at a time when i was angry all the time and didnt know why