YOU’RE DYING AREN’T YA?

So here we are

Residing in the deepest blue

Here we are

Days full of dread

for me and you

The glass is thick

It was always thick

I watched life pass me by

with me behind it

Then there’s the fog
The perpetual fog

Fog when I see them smile

Fog on a sunny day

Fog when I’m insecure

Fog when the moment has past

And I didn’t say

what I wanted to say

If one could only believe to be

better than this

better than that

If only I could rid myself of dread

And ride into the shimmering sunset

I truly do

I want to believe

Wading up to my ankles

I walk

until I’m wading up to my knees

I’m wading in circles

It’s a metaphor

And hopefully nothing more

Nothing more