One day you will find a letter
Words escaping form a drowning man
Giving in
Losing hope
Surrendering
To the hands of time
So hard to see what's leaving you
The youth draining from our eyes
So hard to feel what's killing us
The slow, collapsing of our lives
My hands have lost their substance
They slowly lose all shape before my eyes
Always shaking
Always thinning
Always numb
Always fading
In the light of day
