While I am standing still
I prefer the stillness here
I am tired of earth
these people...
I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives...
They claim their labors are to build a heaven,
yet their heaven is populated with horrors...
perhaps the world is not made
perhaps nothing is made...
a clock, without a craftsman
It's too late.
Always has been.
Always will be.
Too Late