Tachypsychia

One hour's past It feels like 3 days I'm almost there Then I wither away I never want To end the day I don't know what I want to say So I say I am half way there I've always been on track I think I feel it in the air One step forward, two steps back The clock escapes me The hands I cannot hold The ticking fills me So uniform and cold Like a speck of dust on a shelf I am by myself, by myself I want to float through the sky, sky I don't want to say goodbye, bye Because saying goodbye pains me now Grueling seconds as the words leave my mouth But time is not about the body anymore Productive and efficient, nothing less, nothing more It's not the time yet One hour's past The natural metronome stopped This moment never lasts No never lasts Another mountain to climb Another storm to weather I claim that I'm fine That I'll pull it together I don't want to say goodbye I just want to cry I don't want to live this life I'm not fine I climbed this mountain tirelessly My entire life given for this The life I've know is not the life I'll live The life I'll make will be worth everything I'm not giving in Not even when my passion is fleeting And time is so deceiving Minutes turn to hours, my motivation is leaving Gone and now forgotten, and I wish that I could stop it I cant feel it coming naturally, I have to force it into me Slow down, speed up, breathe in, breathe out I keep time in every breath Even as air flows through me I am face to face with death Death of a passion, a love, a seed I wait for sadness to leave, but time is all i need It's not the time yet One hour's past The natural metronome stopped This moment never lasts No never lasts