In Rime - John Frusciante

I fail to do what I'm trying 
I've these walls 
And everyone who dies hears others times 
This immediacy is unknown to me 
And appears to be unreached 
By everyone I've known 
Show me unfocused fears in disguise 
It shows me I must live to die 
This lake is on fire 
It's been every dream to me 
it's been every desire 
I awaken 
Filling up the space 
I back away 
And it covers me up all cozy 
These waves are the call of time 
What's sent ahead is sent behind 
As in rime