Choking on Reality

Grey Hours

The years are slipping through my hands like smoke
The toxic memories making me choke
My life begins to disappear in front of my watering eyes
Empty days passing like clouds in the grey skies

The regrets pile up as the years drag on
The time I've wasted has already gone
The happiest days bringing the most tears
The saddest days returning my worst fears

I can't seem to stop the seconds that pass
No matter how I turn the hourglass
No matter if I crush it in my hand
To let out the freshly painted, red sand

But the hours never seem to slow
The sand continues to flow
Days of ignorant youth
Crushed beneath the cold truth

Reality holding happiness captive
Pressure suffocating the freedom to live
Responsibility blistering hopeful dreams
Expectations dragging out the tortured screams

The stifling normalities of living
Are now bitter and unforgiving
The memories now a painful reminder
Of the days that treated us kinder