when is the time, how is the day

what does it mean, where is the way

who is so near, why talk so loud

things are not clear nothing but clouds

blindly around darkness and cold

jacket of warmth nothing can hold

empty it seems, voices are near

come to embrace all of this fear

look at its face stare and compare

reflections saw, image not to bare

old and abused tired and fragile

life is now gone questions battle

inside and out are not the same

lost him somewhere, forgot his name

complete to be are both thier needs

wihtout each other is selfish greed

time is running and so are they

keep on going until the day

they meet again with such a frown

looking back they have gained no ground