Now

Now.
Everything I thought was true eludes me.

Some.
Somewhere I know I can find my way back,
just don't want to.

Where.
Wherever I run to I can always get lost there,
I'm running now.

Seen.
I can see this scene unraveling too fast
to hold onto anything memorable.

Effort.
All I've tried to become has turned against me.

What.
What I have left is nothing like a happy tune.

Ever.
If ever I find myself in the din of today, I'll
cut the cord.

Reason.
It left my bedside a long time ago,
never returned.

Dark.
It all seems to be in my quiet corner.

Love.
I don't remember how it's supposed to feel
but I seem able to write about it.

Tell.
Tell me how I am.supposed to be
as real as I seem.

Never.
I never wanted things to be this way.

Gone.
Going away with all the things I remember.

Run.
Everything is running past as I simply walk.

Why.
I never seem to know the reason.

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