self destruct, i want you to grow.
time and time again
just like a faucet dripping on what,
soaking into yesteryear.
every time you work you say it`s a dream.
a thought you can`t complete,
never ending, haunting.
why don`t they stop?
don`t walk through the door.
you crawl on the floors.
why can`t you see?
why do you have so much time
