"...Mind over Time..."

This must be the tell tale signs of change
An internal debate
That resembles warwage
From the ashes a whole new life will originate
A cleaning of the slate
That's planting the seeds for a new age
Time is a lie
Whats no longer serving a purpose
Wil be replaced
What doesn't allow growth
Wil be taken away
This must be the tell tale signs of change

My interest wanes
I want more than wht can be seen
Taste doesn't stimulate
So called beauty I cant appreciate
Wht is this shape taking form
What is this tonal rage
That has my sight,
searching to adjust.

Weeks of old patterns ending
Weeks of friends becoming strangers
Weeks of empty conversations
Politely navigated to spare feeling
I'm not here,u don't even realize it
Repitition that suffocate the life outa me
I can't breath
You dnt even realize it
U try to contain me
I try to set you free

This must be the tell tale signs of change
Of space being made.
With every ending setting the stage
This must be the tell tale signs of change
Something is on the way.