what it was

realisations by Alistair Chong

nothing doing what it does
letting time die in dust
nothing more than a second in the past
never took it for all it was

another breath
another beat
still alive

writing without a meaning
not alive but still breathing
i've got to make the most
before moments are tomorrow

another breath
another beat
still alive

singing with no melody
writing without security
my whole life i've thrown away
any use there was for yesterday

another breath
another beat
still alive

the end
is just behind
but i'll run across the earth
to reach it from the other side