It’s in that haze
That everything seems to become one
A state between consciousness and sleep
Is everything flying at high speed?
Or is it merely pacing itself…
Do you ever come full circle
To only find that nothing makes sense
Ever knowing so much, to only finding out - you know so little?
Time has always been my unseen enemy
It’s manipulated to fulfill,
But is it really enjoyed?
Indulged.
That everything seems to become one
A state between consciousness and sleep
Is everything flying at high speed?
Or is it merely pacing itself…
Do you ever come full circle
To only find that nothing makes sense
Ever knowing so much, to only finding out - you know so little?
Time has always been my unseen enemy
It’s manipulated to fulfill,
But is it really enjoyed?
Indulged.
