Where?All so fragile,yet so abstractedWe can see it,all layed out to seeIt sneaks so rapidly,unsure when you will be aquaintedYour hands press to your skullYou're rendered with dismay and agitationWill I be lost,forever?Search through memoriesTheorize the futureYour pulse risesNerves hightenWalk from what we grasp,to seek the unchartedSeconds become minutesMinutes turn to hoursHours fall to daysWeeks, months, yearsNumbers repeating in your headWhich one will you take?Your last breath risesYou reach a climaxWhen all ceasesWhere will I be?