In and out of life,

you’re slowly slipping.

Your rocking is a sign,

you’re close to tipping.

You don’t know if you are

coming or going.

Your mind is way too far.

Your thoughts are slowing.

Now you’re sporadic

drowning fast.

You’ve hit your end,

it’s come at last.

Your mind is gone

it’s in the past.

You’re stuck behind

The shadow you cast.

And you’re sinking slowly.