The Flow Of Time

Abuse, I'm not a victim.

Truth, I lost the vision.

Who's gonna listen?

When fools got me missing the tools to stop me wishing I knew.

Just stocking the wisdom, shift shocking the system, I blew.

I'm knocking the rhythm, hock a loogie.

Check the clock, gotta bet it's 11 O'clock.

A bed in Heven and I'm bedding a rock.

A head and I'm heading, no go stop. Where I go, I know not.

There I go, I flow.

"Stop!"

I'm gone.