High Time by Bozarth

Is it over?
Or is it time to recover?
Or is it high time to hide?

In an instant,
It was high time to move on
It was a wave to ride.

What makes a life so meaningless?
Is it the need to be free?
Or the want for companionship,
For familiarity?

But, not much is different,
Yet everything has changed
Now is the time for reasoning
for becoming estranged.

Is it over?
Or is it time to take cover?
Or is it high time to make a move?

To recover,
It implies that I'm well
Or I've nothing to prove.

Here we are again
Stuck in a pathless maze
An hourglass without sand.
Fighting to survive

I'm itching for salvation
I'm dancing without tunes
I'm marching toward the sunset
Looking for something new

What makes a life so meaningless?
Is it the need to be free?
Or the want for companionship,
For familiarity?

Not much is different,
Yet everything has changed
Now is the time for reasoning
for becoming estranged.

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