I noted their frustration
unsure of who they are
questioning their existence
trying to solve life's mystery of it all
there before them
as they're running away
they don't stop to acknowledge
the facts of life today
they're asking who they are
not accepting their reality
wanting to be someone else
the perfect someone's ideal
they say that they're not happy
facing themselves everyday
the shell they say they're trapped in
is their own imagined hell
yet they've never taken the time
to realise what life's about
there's always lots of questions
there's surety and doubts
there's questions of time
as seconds tick...