Taken to the brink of something.
Something, but we can t know what.
To wait, to want, it s so bad, and,
try something, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you can t begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place you re in.

But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until it s cold,
slowing you down,
until you can t go.

Taken by something,
but you can t hold on to it,
you can t.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because they re too cold,
can t get a grip,
on what s in your sight.
It s like getting old.
It s like getting told, to, sit, still.

But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until it s cold,
slowing you down,
until you can t go.

It s not me.
Is there something,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind.