Closer

I want to say something new,

It’s like I knew it from long ago,

And the cold shoulder weighs my side right.

It’s unusual,

I suppose when you find yourself lost in thought,

To see more than what is in glimpses of peripheral.

The times go by,

And clocks sound round,

The world around me closes in.

This used to make me scared,

I suppose there is that too,

But I now accept I don’t know the truth.

It’s to be,

To sit in the hollowed out throne,

The contorted pedal in the abscess of what was once leisure.

I take great strides,

There’s no doubt,

But the feeling of calm disturbs me.

It’s strange how the world,

Side in the mirror,

And peripheral (I mean).

The air feels of thicker,

And the oceans be around with more meanings,

A very fly is noticeable at night.

Do you think I’ll die?

I’m not sure that I will,

But I feel like it’s coming much closer.