The fading of time:
The downfall of me;
A grim paradigm
I always foresee.
Closer and closer,
All blurs to a haze;
Over and over,
Life's twisted maze.
Stoic, I advance,
Jaded, I still sway;
My strange little dance,
A dark minuet.
the choreography of collapse
I weep in rhymes, capture moments, and sketch nostalgia. Fueled by coffee and green tea; driven by stubbornness.
The fading of time:
The downfall of me;
A grim paradigm
I always foresee.
Closer and closer,
All blurs to a haze;
Over and over,
Life's twisted maze.
Stoic, I advance,
Jaded, I still sway;
My strange little dance,
A dark minuet.
