The fluidity of my life trickles on
Uncontrolled chaos arises like the dawn
I try my best to find a way to the top
Everywhere I look there is always a stop
People look but they do not want to see
They do not want to look at the reality of me
The cracks in the mirror always tells the truth
My last years are foretold by my youth
What I was is what I am and always will be
A living branch torn from a long dead tree