He woke up this morning and got nothing on his mind another day - empty and in line the time won't change where to go from here? lost effort to get away from fear he was becoming angry he knew not a thing would change he felt so worn out gasping for derange no hope he didn't count on that everyday was a f**ing steady combat it felt like days won't change weeks won't change time won't change but then it seemed the hours were on the run the sand was continuing flowing on time did not stop so did he die no need to worry about the goodbye