Static

Stay somewhere you feel safe,
where nothing new happens,
and there’s no hope for change.
Isn’t this what living is for?
To do the same thing
over and over again.
Don’t be disillusioned by the world
around you; it rotates to its rhythm.
You don’t need to worry, after all—
it won’t be like this forever.
Unless the universe you live in
has the power to stretch even a second
into eternity, where time is
truly an illusion,
waiting to be shattered.
I feel like I’m drowning every
time I dive into
the sea called change.
My moments are all haggard,
my sense of self completely lost.
There’s nowhere else for me to go,
yet I try to escape the person I’ve become.
Age has been playing catch-up with me,
and it can sense the approach of victory.
Dare I take a step back and see how far I’ve come?
It might have been a long journey,
or a journey I never began.