No matter how much we drink, always feel thirst again. Striving for perfection fixed on now never then. Really makes you wonder have we been cursed or blessed? Dissatisfied with efforts or bored with our success. Plummet into winter after tripping over fall. Seasons leave faster, lose track of it all

I can’t find my way through times deafening haze. I can’t find my voice through time's blinding noise. Do you ever get the feeling that effort's irrelevant? Question accomplishments and what they really meant

It always comes back to time, no there's never enough. Every year that goes by leaves a new coat of rust