Cold Days for a Timeless Shell

Some days go by and time passes none, other times seconds go by and it's the longest sum. In the depths of my mind, should exist a throne, but for too long now it's been cold and alone. I watch as the world passes me by, not sure just how time has flown by. A day to me is a month for you. The scary thought is just how much of it's true. When one day I can keep pace with the world, maybe things will make sense as they unfurl. Friends can be kept but must be tilled, otherwise weeds will eat at the soil. Not sure how long it has been in my mind, but in reality too much time has gone by. Now is a choice I must make, but when the question is hidden, the choices all seem fake. While truth may allude me, as does the world, a reality I create is what is left to be foretold.