Every moment, every day,
has been relayed
has been replayed.
With time alone, to watch it all,
as we rise,
and as we fall.

Falling throught the city,
with a demon on my back.
Hiding from the morning light,
falling through the cracks.
Sitting at a bus-stop,
no bus to take me home,
seeking out a thought to please
my mind that sings alone.
My mind that questions everything,
within awoken eyes,
leads to questions
when I sleep,
waiting for the Sun to rise.

Waitin for tomorrow
but tomorrow never comes.
It just relays and then replays,
all you ever thought you were.