As time passes I remember when things were unstill.
I give into it, not willingly and without passion.
My breath no longer has the taste of it.
Things creep up over me, and I let them.
What am I to do until then?
When will it be what I want?
Will it ever?
I don’t know, but someday will.
It’s not a delusion, but sometimes I wish it were.
To be meaningless in the scheme.
I still feel it deeply though.
Until the pills take it away from me.