Time dulls the senses
To creeping indifference
And monotony brings
A heavy lightness
That becomes a burden
Like toes just touching the earth
And you are holding on for
Dear life
When suddenly you realize
Where did it all go?
But such is happiness
That being content
Is confused with
Giving up
Then a new search
Is called for
It is thunderous, the silence
Grasping for inspiration straws
To keep the steamroller going
Losing steam, losing steam
