Present Prism

I know a woman, she lives in the future. And there is the problem, it’s so hard to reach her Coz I’m very stuck here, and she couldn’t go back there. So each side of a wormhole, we just sort of sit here, and stare at each other My time is so severed. I’m in need of a suture. Is it less of a flaw and more of a feature? Can’t get it together - I can’t figure out how, how to escape this, and to not be in the now Stuck in a Present Prism - Stuck in a Present Prism I’m out in the open, but it feels like a chamber. It’s all oddly familiar, and it’s me that’s the stranger. Clenching my jaw like I’m in some kind of danger. Biting my fingers and losing my mind over nothing that major I had some friends but they live in the past. I don’t need to tell you why that didn’t last We came together, we were like brothers I didn’t have time, but I gave them forever Stuck in a Present Prism - Stuck in a Present Prism Whatever wasn’t, isn’t. Here in the Present Prison Don't - leave me here alone - it freezes up my bones, and though the burning scorches me So, my soul is just so sick of it. My body’s just not built for it anymore No - I can’t cope with this sadness - I'm too ill equipped to handle this. It’s madness. I beg for some relief Oh, with every fibre of my being, I need to stop this bleeding. I’m bleeding out I feel a spirit, and it’s right here with me - but that’s still annoying. It can’t really see me Nor can I see it either/either. We’re trapped in the moment, with defeated demeanours. I wish I could leave here.