It all made since
Still I complained, about the pain
Mostly due to the thoughts
I tend to reminisce    
I do this so very often
Slowly leaning over into my own coffin
If I fall in, make sure to wash my face
Mix water and sunlight until it reaches
The finest paste,
My whole life’s been a race against time
Who’s in love with space.
and against time with a steady pace
I’ve watched myself come to be by a certain grace, and when I go I’ll be by a lake locked into the sunset as it sets into its ways.
An everlasting routine with minor delays on light which takes form as the darks mysterious maze of colors that only seem to pop up then fade.