Time Series

What I see...

Now my eyes begin to open
And a mixture of feeling makes profit
I see what I always knew was visible
Of which time made invisible
Often my mind slips
And often my mind speaks
I see the masquerades we play
I see the games we choose to play
And now my eyes begin to open
Then a mixture of feeling makes profit
I stand at a point of no return
While I wait for my turn
The fear in me rises
As I hope for resurrection from the ashes
I see the faces trying their best in saving face
Never realizing that saving face is losing grace
My eyes begin to open
And my feelings begin to make profit...