When?

Tick tock another second gained your life arranged
Clocks abound framed and bound forward marched
Now tense is present where sensation moans
Passion over sense actions set into stone
How many will reach us when thrown
And reach the seed that will be grown

Where.

Once so loud gone quiet, read our lives plot synopsis
Where is pride when you live in edges of solipsis
In a stones shade I am alive treading after sisyphus

Who?

A man or a child
Blessed or left for dead
Am I the words said
Or sins committed
The name cherished
But feels so ashamed

What.

A hypocrite to the bone
Trite words said to no one
A life spent all alone

Why