The room is getting smaller now
...Or is the elephant getting bigger
Whichever...
The air is getting quite stale
And I am quietly suffocating
I force myself to put one foot in front of the other
...But I find it debilitating

Time seems to have picked up momentum and stopped,
In this relentless moment,
We keep reliving
Where the tides have run dry
And the winds have become still

I don't much like this emotional purgatory
Your comfort zone,
We call home
I used to wonder when, and how we got here
Or why we decided to unpack and stay

I never thought we'd get comfortable

And I never thought  I'd be leaving this place,
Alone

But i keep looking out the window
Void of connection,
Lack of direction
And I'm reminded of a world, that's passing me by

While the air is slowly thinning

And I often look at you and wonder,
How you can still breathe

Not moving forward, not moving at all

But you keep feeding that elephant
And I'm still starving

We were both waiting for eachother....
But neither one of us,
Really arrived
And I can't stay here anymore
Just to remain....
Idle

J. Hitchcock