Whats on your mind?

Each minor moment of each minute
seems to me so infinite
as I'm living here within it
and yet the days race before my dazed face
in this maze race at delayed pace
with diminished time to reach the finish line
Each day, each and every day
looking like the perpetual, imperceptible
stuttering fluttering shutter of each flickering frame
of a black and white silent film with no name
Obscene scenes seen on the screen
No shame, no blame, just a fucking game
This is time, no rewind,
and there's not a God damned thing that I can do about it
but to keep on playing
That's what's on my mind