I've watched in silence, without seeing as a stranger within me grew. Detached and distanced from the day while youth's precious years flew.
Chasing time through empty skies of endless hours, living for the future.
Visions of brighter days to come kept the shadows from my sight, made the present bearable and obscured the fading light.
Chasing time through the cold void of solitary days, living for the future.
Today is within my reach and tomorrow is so illusive. But I'm still chasing time through increasing disillusion, forever living for the future of an illusion.