Oct 2017
The ones
That matter
Grow stale
And distant
As my mind
Begins
To drift
Useless
I sit
Disregard
What's left
Moving without sound
Seems pointless
How else
Would I know
I exist
That matter
Grow stale
And distant
As my mind
Begins
To drift
Useless
I sit
Disregard
What's left
Moving without sound
Seems pointless
How else
Would I know
I exist
