Relative Reality

In honest lives, where does the time go? 

I sit by the shore waiting for a wave 

to eclipse my dwindling hope 

All I ask to not hope anymore, 

It ruins me. 

I'm torn apart, 

the pieces scattered in the hearts of people I used to know 

I throw myself a wake 

And they live 

not knowing they must grieve for my living soul. 

In honest lives, where does the time go? Preach I do to my godless existence 

survivor of fate no worse than another- 

yearning to never yearn anymore 

Where does the time go?