more and more
I close myself in
shut out the world
and think myself at peace
though I know full well I'm not

I can feel time's flow through my fingers
as I wither away

I don't regret it though
it's like I've fallen into place
cut off
far away from anything and everything

I never thought life would last this long
it was all such a hurried blur for a while
most everything got done
I missed some bits and pieces, sure
but mostly I think I'm done

it all seem so forced nowadays
cold, dark and dreary
even in autumn's colorful daze
there is nothing but contrasts
and no fuzzy bits in-between 'em

I find myself just waiting now
biding my time and biting my tongue
I can't see a future and I've forgotten my past
I'll do my best in the now
but really… I'm just waiting

…

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