behind

Lost in a time lost for the find
Still searching for what is mine
Where do I fit is this square hole it
Does a circle no longer come to mind

Words are so bleak no longer with meaning
Yet people talk all the time
Feelings and distractions my piece of the action
To feel important is the goal to life

We are all individual snowflakes on a big ball rotating
In our own little spot in outer space
Find your place in it to melt with the rest of them
Then the spirit travels back into the ocean again

It is but a small speck of time along the big line
As people work harder to take from one another
In the end you can buy your way into heaven
After all when you die you will leave everything