Stop Me Before I Cross

I feel…I feel I am wasting away. Wasting every moment of my day. I feel rotting happening in my mind, From all the streaming services for which I signed. I feel my muscles getting weaker with every passing second From denying invites to the gym from friends who beckoned. I feel my speed diminishing and my eyes growing tired. I feel I’m wasting away and becoming something never desired. I am approaching a singularity, very near the event horizon, And I need to make some changes to the course my life’s in. I need to sharpen my mind by reading and challenging once again And better my body before it’s just the worthless shell my soul dies in. I feel I am wasting away, Every microscopic moment of my day. I need to put down the sticks and quit the games I play, I need to do something quick if I don’t want the trajectory to stay. Adjustments must be made, and for that strength I pray, Because as it stands now…damn… I *am* just… …fading… …falling… …decaying… …diminishing… ….waning… …dwindling… …just wasting away.