when the day comes faster than night
and the hours on the clock spin by and by
like the eyes in your head
when the colors come faster than print
and the powers that be
sweep you off your feet
and tomorrow brings
the new
over
and over again

its about time
we wept
and
slept
and
were swept out from our shells
but
too fucking bad, "it don't work that way"
in her accent
screaming out
too fucking bad
we are too fucking aware

does brain damage
damage your soul too?
does time grind at your immortal being
like it does the skin?
and in what appearance
do you intend to live the rest of your life?
from when you were five, with oblivion and fate at your toes?
or on the death bed with all your life gone from the heels?

really, how do you think this all works?
it makes no sense
"it dont work that way"