It's really all a game,
Where I don't win or lose.
I'm more of just the observation,
With a confused FUSE.
In a moment, from spiking,
To the moment of looow,
I'm afraid of my mind,
And the places it will go.
I'll sacrifice the hours,
In an attempt for warm,
Under my cold sea of blankets,
In this eye of the minds storm.
It's a matter of time,
Until the clock finalizes,
And inthat matter of time,
All I'll realize is
i like feeling alive .
© 2010 The Still Air
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