So Little Time - Provision

I feel I’m closing in

Becoming helpless here below

Confined within my skin

And hearing voices I don’t know

The young and twisted boy inside our windowsill is me

Consciously forgotten

I’m a conversation piece

Have we become so blind we can’t remember it?

We fell for hope that nothing’s wrong

Regretting our indifference

We’re caught in the open winds of the world;

I find our lives are grey

With so many things to say

And so little time

A void in space

An empty face

In the fear of existence

A voice to resound, in the clouds of resistance

What can you say in our defense?

I feel that now we’re victims, of ourselves

And no one can be responsible

Because of the views set forth

They remember