Sobriety makes time stop and slow
Like you're ready, on your mark
but never prepared to fully let go.
Suspended in time, clocks ticks by
Like so many chances left to rot and die
I wish time went by fast
So I could speed through this day, the next
And onthrough my last.
I blur out the truth rapidly
Ignoring its core and
Grazing the surface lightly
My soul is scarred and still sore