Time's Come

Something’s gonna get out of this Place

You know it’s gonna be my Flesh

Something’s gonna get out from this Race

You know it’s gonna be my Face

I swear I will get over me in coming Days

It’s time I come over my own Craze

But the road to utopia is the Mesh of Maze

I can’t stop; I have to move there through the Haze

I am running but I fear I may run out of my Age

“Come back to reality” that’s what my shadow Says

I sat in oblivion only to know I was wanted in this Mess

Buckle up dude; you need to run with me @ fast Pace