Why do I work so hard to live my life in the time I�ve lost by
rushing working slaving
I raise my head � it�s not longer tomorrow
My life is ruled by time I feel the tyranny under its reign
I trust myself and things would be easier if others were worthy of trust
The movement parallels me, races me along with the world on my shoulders
I can�t stop because I don�t have the choice
Responsibilities support me � by the neck
There�s no time to cry no time to feel so it builds up and up and builds around myself
I don�t see it happening but I bring myself down
If only I could escape their reality of mortal life
If I feel it is transient, why can�t I not let it matter?
My mind shuts to sleep and I succumb �
The only fleeting saviour of warm perfect darkness