Reading what you write alone, the ever-present $#&@ing phone,
Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting
Near sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt

Rarely reliving it
Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth
Feeling sorry for yourself


Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed


Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward, no lights
Left to shine,
Absorbing will that's inside

Keep somewhat low until night
Then come back for more
Stay low