So, I've noticed recently quite a peculiar phenomenon.
Something that just seems to go on and on!
A tricksty little notion-
Nay, a bumbling fuss of a commotion!
A devotion to emotion which only leads me to conclude-
I live my life in Slow Motion.
Now, I say this carefully as I dare not intrude upon uncertainties,
But my tactfully concluded analysis leads me to believe-
That there is something wrong.
Some sort of a emotional paralysis, a general lethargy?
Which then turned on its head leads to the greatest irony as it does not drive me to a blurred insanity of speeding through events unimportant to me.
It leads me instead to-
Inaction.
Like an important section of urgency in me shut down-
Leaving me the lenient mercy of being able to look around and talk the talk and walk the walk and chalk up all my defects and errors to be fixed-
To something that can be done later.
But how does swallowing this apathetic little potion lead me back to that silly old notion of living life-
In Slow Motion?
Well, you see when you watch a train wreck before your eyes-
You realise that you won't risk your neck for any old prize related to that. It should be good, really good.
But seeing through your own lies isn't much of a prize.
It's much more comfortable to sit back and take the flak for hack that you've become.
An innocent witness to your own crime-
One who does not have the time for going back to their prime.
It's much better to live in this-
Sublime existence-
Where resistance is met by complete indifference.
And like a bystander I watch events unfold.
And it is this, my companion-
The emotionless ocean's erosion of a what used to be a stalwart bastion of emotion.
The forceful implosion of what used to be a joyful explosion.
This demotion to lowly groveller no other person could sate themselves on.
This is what leads me to believe that silly little notion-
No matter how big the commotion-
That I live my life-
In Slow Motion
A long-winded fast ramble about shambling through life.
