Time is a bomb and love is a laserquest

I jump into the lone stream

Where can we travel as one dream

How can I ask of myself where to go from my dream...

 

Almost necessary to beg

But why isn't it so obvious?

 

Ticking clock and it's embarrassingly consequential tock

looking down on me

An heir of words doused with troubling thoughts

and feelings

Evinced with regret and things I did or wanted to maintain.

I can't stand,

Can't even stand to stare anymore, can't stand to pant

But alas, too proud to beg

 

Entropy shall bury me by the determinism of mine lip.