"Take me to the station. Put me on a train. I've got no expectations to pass through here again." Pull me out from this hole that I've dug for myself, I know my time isn't yet. Occasionally I go crazy, when all the world is blinking, and every head is turned away. I look to the stars, they shoot flames through my eyes, and I let the world melt through my mind. I crouch low to the ground, wishing the pictures would stop watching me, and search for the truth beneath the blanket, but it always runs away, just out of reach. Shhh. it is a secret. Why does it seem always that the world is in such haste and along with it I am dragged faster than the day before? Can't everyone slow down and make time wait for us? I would like that very much. Though I know I am only dreaming. Because 'time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.' Why can't time be on MY side?