Inpermanence

Shackled to the stairwell, neither up nor down

In a middle place, a place of vague indifference

Finally clear enough to recalibrate my sights

So much to live for, but not remembering all of the reasons

Entranced in a fugue state, not nimble enough to deny myself

The camera is on and i can feel everyone watching me

But they are not really watching

I'm on in the background

breaking the fourth wall, screaming into the screen

And they change the channel, perhaps something better is on

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