What's a hollow man to do
with the fragility they call me-
enough emotions to fill
the bottomless oceans
and at sea side-
it's the holes and crescendos
bearing the depths of my mind.
While you are settling down
like a sun setting on time-
I struggle with the demonic waves
that come and go,
sorry and surprise.
All the time we fast forward
only to find that we rewind.
and we die a little bit each day
from our once perfect vine.
