minutes turn to hours
turn to days turn to years
that fade silently into
lost spaces
and you're saving your regrets
not for the things you did
but for those you didn't
there is dark and there is light
there is black and there is white
and then there is the madness and the unknown
that runs through the gray areas in between
deep inside you
ambient chaos lingers
like a quiet storm
minutes turn to hours
turn to days turn to years
that fade silently into
lost spaces
and the wind
tearing the thoughts
right out of your head
