Time Waves

Why is time passing us by without saying hello or goodbye? Dripping stooped spasm im beyond recognition adrift in my mind floating towards a goal that has no near end. “Help,” I yell. Help please comes from the echo back adrift. Strained never to touch another beyond words of rhymes and notes. Why has time come to deliver me back to where I came from? The darkness. The void? My pass hasn’t expired. Why?