Say

It seems I’m getting lost in your tomorrows, as the steady day grows dim.

I’ve left behind all my sorrows. I’ve left behind all that is him.

My head spins in anticipation, but my heart is lost in what to dos.

Nothing can top this sensation, though the light is flayed in nasty hues.

Ripped from life, this great endeavor. Speed and strength won’t get me through.

Who am I to say forever? Just pretend. Don’t think, just do.

Knowing far well, but it’s too complex. I’m at the front of the line.

I can’t predict what’ll happen next and I pass up every sign.

A sinuous bind in my perception. A calculated lie within the dream.

Friendship marked in complete deception. Unrequited love lost in the gleam.