A Chaotic ballad

If time would just stand still, The lover’s line. Where would be the fun? In not knowing where or how, It will end! For every start, A finish line, Of what race I'm running, Don’t know. I have not a clue! Will someone fill me in! Please tell me why I wake And sleep and wake, of what Purpose do I bring? Fall down to me knees, I beat the ground! A puddle growing steadily From my thick red tears, Stains my flesh down to my very bone!