I am decaying from the inside.
I am rewinding to my past,
Becoming the person who I was.
It is not what I want.
It is not what I need.
I am living in a re-run.
The tape is playing too fast.
I can’t keep up with reality.
My problems are becoming unmovable mountains.
If I chip away a portion,
It duplicates,
Forming a twin in my path.
But once I am free,
Once I am free,
I will run away.
Flying far from everything.
