Power Outage

The clock is blinking
my time's run out
my thoughts are breaking
my mind's tuned out

away from the noise
and the falsities
completely astray
from reality

it's a different kind of concentration
the 21st century's consummation

all the lies and disbeliefs
getting away is such a relief

i find myself wondering away
from the worries people have today

"what's the next trend?"
they all wonder
i just wish their minds could bend;
differ from the norm

i put myself away from it all
in a room with 4 walls

to keep it simple, they're all white
but when i leave, the walls are bright

i take something so simple
and turn it into a masterpiece

always pushing the limit
because you've got to try
in order to win it

the clock has stopped
as did the deafening silence
back to reality
there there is no peace or quiet