i'll always push away
from the strange dwellings in my mind
mimed for your convenience,

feel the push of time
direct me forward into
cages i dispise

and see faces that show no surprise
as i enter the surreal rooms
inhabited by weary strangers

i'll dive for the prizes
seemingly to far to reach
consumed by depths that squeeze and press

my buttons which are failing
i noticed there not working
along with the fires that arent burning

for my mind is turning
the lies into truths
that see no significance

as the nature of this world
sees no meaning amongst
tired eyes barely gleaming

can i be explicit with the
needs that compromise my failing life
for im running in circles

to find that all is well
ive just been wasting time.