4D Chess, No GPS

I fall through the minutes and hours of days

Which fly by as if I'm skydiving through haze,

And as the last seconds of youth hurry by,

Though no one knows how, I have figured out why.

There's nothing within them to which I'd hold on,

So I spend that time waiting, and wishing it gone.

I though I had dreams, plans, and things to wait for,

But that thought is so old, I don't know anymore.