The boundaries in which I live, are now like fine outlines
that hold in the color of my life.
It feels like the only gaps where my soul can escape
are through mistakes in the overall scheme.
It all seems pointless.
I struggle like a coward, against the inevitable.
Like a fish tossed up, on the beach, but the ocean has dried up.
No passion left, but desperation.
No love left, but loneliness.
Reality is only bearable when blurred.
It’s not that things have changed, it’s I haven’t.
So you stay right and wait for life to pass.