Wasting Away

All my time, And all of my skills. My teeth, my hair, And remaining muscle. All my intelligence And all of my ideas. Wasting away. All the things I tell myself. The things I tell my friends. I've even told my instruments That they would receive more attention. No matter what I tell anyone, The result remains the same. Wasting away. My growth is stunted. Trapped in a box. More time continues on, Without ever looking back. Locked inside without a key, Escape seems so unreal. Wasting away. Dwelling on childish DREAMS, Sitting while being able to RUN, Wishing instead of DOING, Starving for something to CHANGE, Listening to songs that can be PLAYED, Continuing my actions with no REMORSE, Waiting for my serving of DISCIPLINE. All of this. Inside my head. While I sit in this chair. Wasting away. Wasting. Away.