Wished to do so much, in completion, perfectly finished
A glimpse of your lover, a glimpse of his smile
Hate for the one’s around me
Wholly sad, the body fluids fooling your mind
A song If I could write would express this lull better
Distracted by others, not wholly here, not even in their partial forms
Dull; the room asked, you to still down?
You haven’t lost time, you have not lost your life.
All exists in its beauty, all is fine