Fluctuation

Open, empty space, brighter than bright Blink of an eye changes everything but light Boredom overwhelms, time loses track Somewhere, something must come back Clock ticks, tock never follows Slower than lightning, but not as hollow Lost inside, yet feel no doubts Whether It burns or chills here now Nothing to do, Nothing to say Everything brings the same, stale day Want to come in? It gives a shout Whether you burn or chill with me now