Time never really seems to pass anymore.
Everything's either here and gone or it never came or it's right now.
I don't remember which day is today or what date it is or what to do,
I can't be bothered to keep track when every day is so inevitably the same.
If yesterday was the same as today and is the same as tomorrow then what's it to me?
If I'm stuck inside this infinite loop how can I escape the cycle?
Time doesn't stop and it goes on but
time doesn't exist and it never will.
So how does it explain how we still go on?
YOU ARE READING
An endless abyss
PoetryJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.
