Living in The Now
Losing yourself to Everything
And laughing at the ground.
Maybe I have lost it
In the lives of boys
And the toils of men.
Maybe it all boils down to
When it starts and where it ends.
Maybe I have blurred the lines
And lost the ones
That bless broken shrines.
Maybe I have lost the ones
That break me down
In business that binds.
Maybe I have lost myself
To living in boxes
And trusting trolls.
Maybe I've found my place
In cardboard clouds
Under broken bridges of stone.
Only time will tell
Where we are:
How far from hell.
And only time will see us through
The cardboard boxes that befell.
