Lost Time Doesn'T Circulate

Lost time doesn’t circulate I was having a hard time finding my light switch in the dark Colorful, temporary Grey, permanent Sore calves and heavy head Tisses and black shoelaces I’m 18, and I don’t feel well enough to get up before 2pm One was too familiar with female anatomy Shrunken embroidery, spilt detergent A lisp through the walls You can feel it now, in the side of your neck I got 5 hours on Wednesday night Inability to not do tasks thoroughly My right eye feels like it’s falling down torwards my left Ear plugs, melatonin, darkness How far am I from Earth’s core Have I corrupted anyone? It’s still the same but I can control myself We have a thousand starting points Everything loses its purity Everything loses its purity I don’t water what I’ve already grown I own acres of land, filled with barely sprouted crop What is it, if not the individual Wait for yourself and it won’t go backwards I’m still here and haven’t gotten much done I find comfort in discomfort I will choose to be alone It’s hard to grasp enthusiasm I’m angry because I’m foggy headed Pulse fixation I don’t think it’s an issue 1,851 on the 17th, 1,740 on the 18th Fixation on the non-existent or previously existing Ignorance torwards the currently existing An ongoing cycle of desire and watered-down hate Ego, rising and falling There’s some races you don’t need to restart Being seen makes me feel vunerable But I’d rather not direct a world of my own I dread making decisions The bad, embarassing thing Static surrounded shadows Craved only when reminded I wish I was a force of some sort I don’t know if that was part of the reason then, and I don’t know if it is now It invariably shifted at all hours There were time slots Parts of my mind fall asleep so that others can awaken