Closed windows in my head
Isolation, withdrawal, disconnection
Blackout curtains so the outside is uncertain
Fumbling thoughts with fickle frosted fingers
Thoughts of being damaged linger, implanted splinters in me.
I used to dream but now I silently scream
Because I don’t want to waste my life waiting to live
Still, I’m on the sidelines frozen, fire chilled
Any yeah all endeavors spoiled or spilled
But this isn’t how it seems, it’s a strange distraction, a twirling tangerine.
The lying liars say that nothing matters so just run the clock out
They say nothing is known, marry disbelief and produce doubt