Going, going but not gone
I think it’s finally my time
I’m fading to the back of the line
there’s not much left inside my mind
just sit still and watch me go
As far as I can’t think
I’m damaged, my kinks
try to fix them, I won’t stop you
do what you want, I’m lost without you
I thought you’d make me feel better
now I ache and it’s not the weather
you said that feeling was beneficial
but I feel hungover and superficial
I stopped to stare at pedals on a flower
but we’re spinning at 1,000 miles per hour
you won’t believe me if you look down
and see your feet planted to the ground
I’m fading still, I’m almost gone
I’m so tired of being life’s pawn
I’m sick and angry when I think about it,
when I think that there’s a place I fit
if there is right, then I am wrong
surprised myself, but I held on this long
Big Sal
Wed 17th Oct 2018 12:33
Second to last stanza sticks out like a sore thumb.
Well done on this one too.?