Words are fade.
Minds are sacred.
Skills are special.
The things we do are wonderful.
The things we say are brutal, nice, and faded.
We can't see what's going on in our own mind or skin.
Things are moving faster and faster.
Our minds are going slower and slower everyday.
I can't stress enough about how I look at things and feel like it's going slow.
By the end of the day it feels like it went by faster than I can say good morning.

From the time I wake up and the time I go to bed.
Is the time I wasted doing nothing.
There's a clock in our head which we can't control.
We try, but still fail.
Can't see the things in front of me clearly, but I...