All but Lost

here is the lyrical inspirations of the sleep time:


All But Lost:

I always feel old anymore
I know I am young
yet old I feel
I seem to have lost my grip
and time just slips and fads
far away from me
days, nights, weeks, months, hours, years
they have all but lost meaning
their passage serves to mark only when
to move to the next thing
Escapism thoughts creep into my mind
nearly every moment my brain isn't busy

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Escape to the place w/o time
A place that is all but lost
All but lost to the modern world
can I find it, or is it too late for me?
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The stress of this life is unnecessary
but life is (important to live)
surroundings of granduer
creating emptiness inside
propagating desires of material and wealth
losing sight of hope and love
can this last 'til the end
or am I at mine?

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chorus
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*added more*

-bridge-

The contemplated thoughts
to do what should be done
seem to go unused
false tethers keep me
unable to be
can I ever get free?
or will merely here I be?

-end bridge-

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chorus
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The someday may not be
the today is
tomorrow is uncertain
finite is our time
how it's used is a choice for each to make
be satisfied or you are not a being
failure is not what it appears


hope



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chorus fading >
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