I've watched in silence, without seeing
as a stranger within me grew.
Detached and distanced from the day
while youth's precious years flew.

Chasing time through empty skies
of endless hours,
living for the future.

Visions of brighter days [bad word] 
kept the shadows from my sight,
made the present bearable
and obscured the fading light.

Chasing time through the cold void
of solitary days,
living for the future.

Today is within my reach
and tomorrow is so illusive.
But I'm still chasing time
through increasing disillusion,
forever living for
the future of an illusion.