Now at ten percent
diminishing

Is this life I'm in or
just the finishing school?

It's windy out
but do I care
I'm inside
and that's out there.

soon
I'll have to dress and
make a move
at nine percent now
stuck in a groove
repeating

meeting the same sound
as the room itself spins
around
holding on but at
eight percent I'm
almost
nearly
not
quite gone.