Through the pentagon
time alters the substance of our lives
yet the names escape us
as the emotions taint us
but we grip
to keep from losing ourselves
time never stands
face down to prevent freeing the pain behind those eyes
heart ache escaped throughout it all
traits adopted through colors
writing the patterns
basically erasing
the past
control is never the issue
I lost that a long time ago
cant get back time
I misplaced either
wasted on almost nothing
outsiders ignorant
only I know the truth