As he tries to make sense of what is sensible to him
The clock ticks another tock,
and amidst his inner turmoil
And utter despair,
His surroundings appear serene in nature
He is so caught up he hasn't noticed ..
He properly won't
And yet still,
it registers with him
And it properly should,
But he is so caught up,
He doesn't register that it should.
It properly should.
But he is so caught up.
And then it starts over
