Into And Out Of Subsistence

This first verse is for you

Humble servants of time

If my being would be so true

What is my role, what is my crime?

This second verse isn't real

So is not I, neither you

Why do I think, why do I feel?

If you can't say that this is true?

I am the sky

No more no more

I can't deny

So low so low

This last verse is for me

I'm cracking down, I'm lost, I'm drowned

I don't really want to see

Until I'm gone and by dirt is crowned

Longing, with fear and time nailed to my spine

I'm not, allowed to choose the speed of light