Forgotten now-No longer young
A name on the tip of tongues
Dust settles in empty spaces
Caterpillars morph, lost in stasis
Stuffy moth, Butterfly ***
What have i become
An indignatious sum...
The firm grip suddenly releases
All my delusions fall to pieces
Deeper then wine despair drowns in apathy
Tipping awareness stumbling free
Behind my eyes, I can finally see
Nothing was ever meant to be
It is just floating aloft
No reason to stop and get off....