So Little Time

I feel I’m closing in
Becoming helpless here below
Confined within my skin
And hearing voices I don’t know
The young and twisted boy inside our windowsill is me
Consciously forgotten
I’m a conversation piece
Have we become so blind we can’t remember it?
We fell for hope that nothing’s wrong
Regretting our indifference
We’re caught in the open winds of the world;
I find our lives are grey
With so many things to say
And so little time
A void in space
An empty face
In the fear of existence
A voice to resound, in the clouds of resistance
What can you say in our defense?
I feel that now we’re victims, of ourselves
And no one can be responsible
Because of the views set forth
They remember