nothing to unfold

  
 
   
  I'd keep it at hi; I'd leave with goodbye; yes I've already tried, and fallen from grace too many times;    
   
  sharing space; one or both us two would suffocate; i could excuse myself away; there's lack thereof to conversate;  
   
perhaps it's bad or sad; I feel my "opportunities" have passed; alone feels like my only path;  
   
I'm sure you'd understand; this life we live-the time and energy that it demands;  
   
I often feel I'm in a trance; can't seem to keep up with life's tasks; how are you? is all that I could ask; otherwise I'd fall right on my ass.. again....  
   
 my mind is like a room, with flickering lights; dim most times and floors that creek; and ceiling leaks....  
 
this clock does tic; yet i am beat: there's nothing much to give of me....