A proud stride now mutated into the senile shuffle of an old, decrepit man. His chin, previously propped up by an intrinsic belief, now lies just inches above the lifeline.
False props from myself expended, As a device to see me through. Reverence was unintended, On this broken stage my esteem was vacant.
And so he stays a spectator to being. Like a life lapse in passing and an existence which continues fasting.
Pointless lies of my commitments, That damage ties from lips to ear. Though unhurt through this process of fiction, We’ll abandon our ways.
Capable of crossing this bridge with closed eyes. Forced in, Time hindered. Bleak reflections of tail lights recall severed ties. Forced in and ever bitter.
It was only then a peculiar kind of nauseousness came over him. Unrelenting. Water will not waken him. Ignorance will not save him.
Too linear, the passage of time, a thought never borne. Forced in, time hindered, So kiss the air, dearest friend, hurt stays strong.