Slipping away inch by inch, the grasp of a concept without a meaning

Then how do I know that that something is escaping me?

It gives me the feeling of a bird in flight with nowhere to land

Outside myself having to stand, up, on my own

   With no ones attitude to clone and use as my own

Knowing that life is a big test, And at which time you lay down

    to rest depends on whether you’ve passed or failed

Only then will you exhale to the sky and let it all out

    right before you die