Time, I Never Met. (Applying The Adhesive)

How do I fight the fear
Always looking through the mirror
I sit still
Looking out
I fall into place
And drift on the current of bliss born of fear
I sit to forget
It's much easier than to take the step
On outward
Unknowns never met
Time slippery and wet
Slips away from my grip
I can not hold it
It will not let me go
And of this ride is but a show
Pretty colors, pretty bow
What's the point
The sound a deep low
Who knows I spoke
Realizing I am all alone