A Tornado; An Owl - Action Action

Take what you've got, take comfort, 
in that everything you know, 
or seen will soon be a non existent dot.
Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving? 
An illusion or delusion of grandeur. 
Half of what I say is bliss, 
the other half is meaningless. 
Comfortable lines. 
Wating for the clock to heal us. 
Lost and found, but neer touched. 
Another beating heart is lost: Interesting lies. 
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Alone in our rooms, miserable, a tornado or an owl, 
come back and isolate the balance. 
Nothing is real; your heart on your sleeve, 
just another lie, transcend the pride, 
oh the chemicals. Take your time,
nothingness is something 
and something is nothing.