I beg you
Do not take the time 
To think about the wasted days
 
Seconds, minutes, hours 
Slipped away 
 
For what is it of them to say 
That your time has already come 
What has not been has not been done 
And there is more yet to be won 
 
So when they say 
Take it with a pinch of 
 
Something else they say 
You do not know just what it means 
Try so hard to make it seem 
Something light
 
Find me somewhere 
In-between 
 
The cracks, the folds
The parts, the middle of my mind 
 
Waiting for the tethers, for the pieces to combine.