I feel it all starting
To slip away now
Just on the edge of perception
Tell tale flickers of movement
Away from the center of my mind
A trick of the light perhaps
Motion more imagined than real
The inevitable...
My age slowly tightens its grip
Steals away what memory
Once served swiftly with clarity
Now stumbles back to me
Hazy and unclear
The inevitable...
The running man
Has slowed to
An inevitable crawl
Soon I will meet whatever destiny
Bears my name
the Inevitable....