It's a day of empty hours and white noise
I wish I could tell you where time is going
But I seem to have lost all sense of it
It's all shifting focus and meaningless echo
How long have I been here
Why does it matter
What else is out there
I can't seem to remember
I'm losing touch with all reason, all coherent thought
And have long since lost sense of the world, sight of reality
I've become one with the static that surrounds me
There's nothing beyond the surreal, nothing beyond lethargy
And I stop existing in any meaningful way
And was I ever anything at all? Was I ever a who, a what? Anything beyond a something, a something lost among static noise?
Was I even there? Did it ever matter? Will it ever end?