This distortion is our misfortune with miscommunication overtaking our daily living, tick tock fix the clock time has gone too fast, can you see my words racing?
It could be torn out of my chest so easily, having brought it out to play. A mistake perhaps I should have thought upon. I acted before my hands caught me up, my feet were running in your direction but my body twisting away.
I am sick with a mind of shallow emptiness and corrupt misadventure. Where am I supposed to be heading as opposed to where I am going.
Distance is far, and a cry I do not wish for. Emptiness is so fulfilling, so why not leave me stranded.
Do you understand?