Oh God, for how long have being in that slumber?
The wrinkles on that face shown on that broken mirror says it all
Playing the apportioning game has become my hobby
Blaming everyone for my failures
But here I am now face to face with time.
Why do you keep on moving, oh time
Even as I am talking with you.
Please stop for once for me to gather those broken pieces
The slate I have my project on is also broken.