Tripping mayhem or cunning design,
Directing this despair -
Who turned out, tripped out
-far too long forgotten, and way too late to care
What is What then What is Show me What is AT STAKE
It's too late to triumph, I've had too long to waste
No shelter to retreat to, no sanction to refuse
Too late the words then actions, the thoughts I chose to use
SO if this is pain, should this be the reason we exist
Then tell me when , how long ago, it was my life that I missed
I didn't care, I never cared!, as if my wanting to was worth the work
Dreams desinged or fears refined, my every action is marred with hurt
Stars split the sky, heaven wide open
Finite time to spend Infinity, the sheer size
Miles spin forever, glittering, the moment holds the eye
Til' gaze acknowleges at last, foretell of future cursed from past
Day and night spin both overhead, and follow forever below
If Time is constant, or standing still
This burning silence is all I know
Tomorrow is gone, but worse, so is today
The threat of freedom's anticipation
Inflicts within darker things than I can think of to say
My freedom important to who but me

So Who could concern such as eternal Love with the Ungrateful and Unworthy,
like me?