Eight Hours At A Time

I didn't get the chance to dream, to imagine.
To live.
To understand life,
and now at the halfway point
I think before I find out anything.
I will just slowly die.

I can escape living eight hours at a time.
I can escape responsibility eight hours at a time
I can escape anything eight hours at a time
I can run run run.
Until I slowly die

This seems right.
To be numb.
To stop before significance.
Before recognition.
Hiding waiting
The end will come.

Yes, It will come.
Incrementally.
Eight hours at a time.