Taking A Few Steps In My Shoes

Why is it that the sun is dim.
The moon seems a little grim.

The day looks paler.
The earth seems to rotate a little slower.

I am looking but not seeing.
I am listening but not hearing.

Living but not alive.
The percentage of my will to live is down to five.

Resting yet weak.
Every day of the week, I feel like a freak.

Eating yet not satisfied.
I somehow made happiness backslide.

Up is not up, down is not down.
Sadly, up is not down, down is not up.

My reality is sadder yet simpler.
There is no up, there is no down, reality is dissimilar.

The absence of light and darkness.
Yet fear doesn’t still seem harmless.

I m so fast, I’d easily get in trouble.
Yet so slow, I can’t escape, yeah I know it is a struggle.

I am old enough to know death is coming.
I am young enough to not forget it coming, more like becoming.

This is more than mediocrity.
This is more than a midlife crisis.
This is more than just a little glimpse into my head.
This is taking a few steps in my shoes.