What lies between the border of life and time,
Is incomprehensible to me and my tired
Mind. Mind you, if I had the time to waste,
I would find out what lies between the border;
What lies between the border of life and time.
My train of thought might be hard to follow,
And I seem to be haphazardly spacing out once
Again. Again, I find myself wondering why,
I exist in this existence with my train of thought;
My train of thought might be hard to follow.
The part of me lost within my own chaotic mind,
Is a slave to me and my endless struggles with
Living. Living, I think, is overrated at times,
I never feel alive within my own chaotic mind;
The part of me lost within my own chaotic mind.
I'm becoming a servant to the endlessness of time,
And I can't stop thinking about the broken
Parts. Parts of me I can't seem to decipher,
I don't know myself in the endlessness of time;
I'm becoming a servant to the endlessness of time.
The reality that drives the illusion of space and time,
Is fictitious like the tangible root of my eternal
Happiness. Happiness is something foreign to me,
I can't make sense of the illusion of space and time;
The reality that drives the illusion of space and time.
What lies between the border of life and time,
Is a slave to me and my endless struggles with
Parts. Parts of me I can't seem to decipher,
I exist in this existence with my train of thought;
The reality that drives the illusion of space and time.
