Lower afternoon
Time begins too soon
And I am caught between
The ticks and tones
I'm nowhere in this room
I can't be found and no
It's not a trap door
With a view
I'm beyond my means
Bursting at the seams
All and all and all
Set free
Taped together tricks
Ugly in betwixt, between
Before, behind, and after my mind
I'm beyond my means
Bursting at the seams
All and all and all
Set free
Humbly I accept
And martyr my regret
For all to see
My monument of trying to be