The day is long my nights are short.
The time I want cannot come back to me.
I do not know where I am, and I do not care to ask.
When I look up and there is nothing that I cannot see.
You look at me and I cannot cry.
When I see you, I no longer see the things that could be.
Then let me know that time is not what I thought it was.
This is the end of what was, but the beginning of the things that can be.
This is just the way it is.
Misconception 