Our eyes dull
With each passing second
And the colors fade
Towards neutrality
And an infinitely dark place,
Not yet proved to exist

We hear less
Than yesterday,
Than this morning,
Than we did
Last time
Our senses failed

Heartbeats
Lose their rhythm
As our drummers
Lose their way,
While our judgement
Seems to flee,
And amnesia
Befriends us,
Aware of our naivety

We grow hoary
With the winds
That take their trips
Around the world
And come back, cold,
From all they've seen,
From all they've heard,
And whisper it, in secret,
To the now-grown children
We've become with age

I'd like the power
Of chaos control
To regulate the insanity
Of time counting down
But I've realized it's futile
To hold onto hope
When we do nothing ourselves
To make it reality