I've forgotten how to start the dayand how to use the time.The minutes and hours drip awaylike reason from the rhyme. There was once meaningor so it seemedThough maybe I was blindI had my placebut spoke of truthsthat I would never find For what's a man when a star will burnfor millions of his years.What are woes when the earth has moppeda billion set of tears.Sink your feet into the sandto try and leave your mark.The waves will wash away your stainbefore the day turns dark. The words I write upon this pagewill echo fools of old.The piteous plight of a tortured soulonce again retold. For ink will fade,flesh will rotand I will soon be gone A fleeting glimpsein a perpetual act.The vapid show goes on.