I am all out of time
I am all out of here
I am lost inside a frown
I am lost inside the fear
Of being absolute
Of being insincere
Of being just another
Of being just anything
Not feeling what I say
Not saying what I feel
Not knowing if it’s wrong
Not knowing if it’s real
I am out on my own
I am out on a ride
That ends when I say
Not when I arrive
It keeps me from being
It keeps me out of line
It keeps me from seeing
I am all out of time

© 1997 Tim D. Coulter Sr.