Maybe I want nothing to do with it, 

Maybe there is nothing in this world for me.

I feel an emptiness bubbling up inside me, 

A yearning for nothingness. 

A desire to just pause the clock, 

To climb above it all. 

To see my life as it really is, 

All of time in the flash of an eye. 

But I am a mere human, 

And there is no pause on the time clock. 

So I try to decide what to do with it, 

This one life I get. 

Today of all days,

What do I do with it?