I'm an anachronism 
By An Anachronism 
Its like im being terrorized and trapped in my mind
. like a mime in a box im boxed in and
im running out of time...off the line...
Its like im swimming in knowledge...
My thoughts lost in line...
I'm seeing my past while I'm presently in my future...
Let all things pass like time present to the future...
I'm traveling through time in my mind...
Mentally...
Sublime...
They say time is hanging on a fine line...
Then what's death a hangover after some fine wine...
I hang over stay over stay sober...
Traveling through my mind such a bumpy ride in my land rover...
They say its over...
But truly it never began...
Don't give up never give in... No matter wat that's my motto till the end...
And if this a game of life 
It seems death is our final option
Its our final destination
Our final dice roll
And if this is the case then wats fates roll...
You see the howling wind blows the oxygen through the leaves
It all has its own unique  means
So wats rs if to be winners is all we strive to be
See if We all win then there's no difference between u and me...
Never mind no ones ready for my state of mind...
I'm lost in time while im lost coasting through minds...
Sublime...