Life is a love we cannot measure
Love is a life we do not treasure
Time will give, then time will take
all of your life away in its wake
But the gift of life is short lived by some
Especially the one whose life is boredom
Who has a poker-face and bears no smile
and tries to believe life just aint his style
Down on his luck, all hope seemed lost
Into the sea his own life he tossed
Sunken into the depths of his mind
Told by the deaf to follow the blind
All the while he was just lost in time
Trapped in a box just like a mime
No wonder he never found meaning in life
He never looked beyond his emotional strife
If only he'd walked through the doors of perception
He'd see for himself, pain was his own deception
But now its too late for he knows only sorrow
Hes lost in time and caught by an undertow
Hes pulling himself back from a life he could know
Because hes afraid of what he doesnt already know.