What the hell
My life does not live
anymore
it is a balancing act
of keeping the mask from slipping
and putting one foot
in front of the other
Oh, god
my senses do not feel
anymore
my hands clap
my lips curl
and I do not know why
Oh, god
my train is moving
but my brain is still
my muscles are not what propels me
it is only the longing
to reach the moment
when it all
falls apart