A contemplative and surreal exploration of the disorientation and confusion that arises from traveling through multiple timezones. This lyrical journey captures the feelings of isolation, the clash of memories, and the struggle to find grounding amid the chaos of constant movement.
Verse 1:
I wake up in another place,
The sun is rising on a stranger's face.
Clocks are ticking, but I feel the pause,
Lost in the moment, I try to cause.
Chorus:
In a whirl of time and space,
Jetlag’s grip, the mind’s embrace.
Confusion reigns, the night drags on,
Where do I belong, is the question wrong?
Verse 2:
Cities blur in a photographic haze,
Bright lights flicker, lost in a daze.
Each timezone whispers a different song,
But the melody feels oh so wrong.
Chorus:
In a whirl of time and space,
Jetlag’s grip, the mind’s embrace.
Confusion reigns, the night drags on,
Where do I belong, is the question wrong?
Bridge:
Step outside, the streets are eerie,
Everything’s close, yet so far and dreary.
Shadows dance like specters in a dream,
What’s reality? Nothing’s as it seems.
Verse 3:
I meet a stranger who speaks in tongues,
Stories of places where we’re both from.
But eyes betray, as they drift away,
Searching for moments where words can stay.
Chorus:
In a whirl of time and space,
Jetlag’s grip, the mind’s embrace.
Confusion reigns, the night drags on,
Where do I belong, is the question wrong?
Outro:
Fading lights and shifting skies,
Adrift in time, where silence lies.
Caught in between the clocks that chime,
Forever a traveler, a prisoner of time.
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Confusion by traveling though timezones and jetlegs
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