Suviving
How patheticIs this thingThis act ofsurviving Staring at thewallNot talkingat all For variationstaring at the ceilingAgain not finding any meaning I feel worthlessof no use to anyoneI feel olddererioration has begun Somehow my memoryhas goneI've no recollectionOf the trip I've been on I'm shown snippets of what's happened to meI wonder are they real orfantasy So I try to let my mindrun freeOnly to realise I'm on the way to obscurity I sleep I wakeThen it starts againAnd when I cry I know I'm not insane