Slipping, stopping,
it's slowing, but it's still going,
It's passing.
but you don't know why.
Clinging onto the moment like your life line,
but in the end it's what made you blind.
Senses dull,
why is that so, you mull.
Over such the length of it,
the feelings that you once had,
are completely numb.
Questions race in your head,
The meaning of life and why it is so,
there's nothing really to sow what you reap,
in the end of the heap.
We're all just fragments in an unexplained answer.
