Frustration of the Ages

Dreaming of an old movie
The never existed
Now I find the days growing shorter
There's got to be something I'm missing
In this picture
Of dried out wenches
I've fallen to my knees
In need of thousands of stitches

I feel that if time keeps going on
I just might explode
It's heavy, what I'm feeling
Like a punctured eye or infection

Can't a live my life again
And make all those right moves
Is there nothing in this void of solace
That can make me do what should be?
I'm speaking, not hearing
Everything that I need to see
And yet this time keeps on passing
I'm so sick of it; I want to be a child.