Losing Touch

I think I’ve lost touch with reality
Or maybe reality has finally lost touch with me
Everything keeps moving faster
The clock keeps ticking
The days keep passing
And everything I have done is a permanent scar on my life

Not that scars are bad, mind you

Some scars can be very good…
The one I left last night still stings a bit
Although I’m not quite sure the outcome of my actions
I can just feel it stinging

I’m in a creative mood
Time to play
Time to write
Time to make some music

Time to put this burst of inspiration to good use

And time to eat lunch…
Yeah
Time for lunch.

xx