Waking up to a kaleidoscopic mind,
a heart of emptiness u will find.
With every hour the clocks chime,
sometimes i felt really lost in time.

Come on does it really matter,
when everything seemed torn and tattered.
A lonely soul in a group of endless chatter,
always tasteless although from the same platter.

Clinging on to that little hope,
something small but it helps me cope.
Fear engulfs everytime I probe,
it felt like being on the wrong end of that breaking rope.