September 7, 2022
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine
Gears turning slow as time makes you old
The burning is gone, what remains is the cold
Finality wrought from flawed aspiration
And thoughts are wrung of long-gone inspiration
When your eyes twitch— and time stands still
And the brain's lies play contrary to its will
Seconds are seconds and seconds are gone
But first you must reckon as days will drag on
Timeless, homeless, with a spark for a soul
After tireless work to achieve your life's goal
You sit and relax and surrender your strife
Beneath a stack of sorrow that made up your life
Whitenoise, your back aches, your eyes start to flicker
You reach past your mistakes to grab at your liquor
The tepid taste is sour so that suits you fine
But perhaps in an hour you'll reach instead for the wine