Ticktock ticktock

Ticktock ticktock
The time is passing
And I wither
You wither
This is us, fading 
This is rights, being wrong
And wrongs being right
The second we stop moving 
The second we start floating

I’ve never understood the true meaning of 
Accident, coincidence and consequence
What I want and what I need is covered in my fear
Fear is bold

I am not brave enough to stand naked in front of the mirror and look me in the eye
Just as I am not brave enough to stand naked in front of you and look you in the eye 
I am not brave enough

I’m a long list of many things that I’m not 
I’m a long list of all the things that I can’t 
I’m a long list of everything that I lack

I have lost my sense of direction
I don’t think I have ever known where l am heading 
I don’t think anyone knows where we are heading 
Knowing is an illusion
Knowing is a deeper level of not knowing

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