I think I knew it was getting bad again when I started doing everything sitting down
and I think I understood it was getting bad again when a smile became much more difficult to produce than a frown
when the room didn't light up whenever I was around
and when the tears came silently not crating any sound
and I think I knew it was bad when my own internal clock stopped ticking
when the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
when a laugh with my friends cost much more then a dime
it was more like an act that I put on with a grinning mouth that isn't even mine
and I think I knew it was bad aging when the fog came back, the crows flew away, and the dark started to attack
and when I began to wonder if I'll ever get my permanent smile back
