Time.

It's skeptical to find depth in you when you let time fly in the mist of these skies these skies like you can't get close so you rather let go holdin' on to a bold inspiration racing like a surfacing sensation closed eyes that watch time fly contradicting ones mind who can say i never seen it . empty lines, weak spine growing young, young mind all the youth from the world cannot spare rushed time embraced and forgotten lost words remain, still cannot fit the frame battling time to that's sane up my sleeve a few tricks to none i leave my bare arm to the the man next to the man with the gun hold my thoughts hostage like who , you held me back against the iron gate feet dangling with light fait eyes closed in times, presence.. breathes deep.. and no air.. time keeps going and going ..