Caught up in moments of hostility,
brought down by thoughts of instability.
Left alone waiting to crash,
maybe this life goes way to fast.
Fighting the mental deistractions and the world keeks spinning faster and faster.
Throwing off everything that seems simple,
leaving nothing behind but a single wrinkle.
Wrinkle in time, time for it to stop, time for it to end.
Nothing seems right for me when can it just all be layed down to bed.
