The days twist through my fingers
like shreds of something I should remember but don't.
And the lessons that I might have learn't,
slip from my fragile grasp of reality.
But this time I don't care what it means;
Don't care to come,
or move so quick,
to catch life as she flies wildly by.
I can't explain it,
but I feel it all from the inside of everything.
which is your heart now,
want's it all.