Time has passed
and time has gone,
days and weeks
where are we from?
A lesson a life
a rusted knife.
These thoughts
and dreams,
what do they mean?
Late at night we sit and ponder,
living in a world of squander.
Is this real or an illusion,
is this life or just confusion.
Feed the full and starve the thin,
will this end before it begins?
Help me in my hour of need,
open your arms take my seed.