I’ve always been looking for silence
But the ticking clock only grows louder
With every second lost to the past.
I find it strange sometimes,
How I only want to be an observer
Rather than a participant in the game of life.
The winds of change are ever blowing,
And I am swept up off my feet
When all I want to do is stand still
And breathe in the cool air.
The sands of my consciousness
Slip through my fingers and fall
Till I am lost in sweet slumber
With silent hopes of never waking.
I know now that I wish for nothing
Yet my heart still sighs for freedom
Maybe someday I shall be forgiven
Or maybe roads are meant to be lonely.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder
Whether I did a single thing right
Maybe my intentions weren’t always bad
But the outcomes never turned out as planned.
I have come to know myself
And the truth in all my lies
I am not who I thought I was,
How can I believe in what was never there?
The road I am walking leads nowhere
But I do not feel unhappy
Knowing of my futile existence,
Maybe I would not have it any other way.
The clock is ticking this life away
Every moment is just an echo
Of the disillusionment I have come to feel.
I am waiting every sleepless night
For the dawn to break upon my world
And play this delusive game of chance.