White Noise

As time passes, hours creep into days
Beyond reckoning
It all slips, descends into a haze
Still beckoning
Will I follow?

Unachievable status of a master of his time
Inconceivable boundaries, mirrored in his mind
Reflections of the blind man never knowing his own face
Master of time, oblivious to space

As time passes, hours creep into days
Beyond reckoning
It all slips, descends into a haze
Still beckoning
I walk in empty space

Down into darkness, no sun to tell the hour
No way to harness the consumer of the power
Towering over, almost touching the light
Can't come any closer for fear of losing sight

As time passes, hours creep away
Beyond reckoning
I followed blind and lost my way
Playing by ear as sounds toyed with my mind
Blending together, white noise is all I find