At the moment now

I’m looking down from what could be to what is

It’s merely a trick inside of my head

I’ve painted a new portrait of life

A new foundation which I stand procrastinating

Waiting for someone to give me a hand

But I have limited coverage with these chains tied around me

And a pendulum I’m left for I stand for myself

With time moving faster than my mind can comprehend

And God trying to test me

On something that controls my destiny

I’m trying to focus on this and that and that too

While slowly losing my energy to fight

And I’m drowning away

My dreams in the grave

And my soul on the way

And I’m trying to get help

And quite frankly you say, I’m out of luck