Sometimes I become buried so deep within myself that waking up is a strain
My past coincides with my present and the memories I've obtained
All the attention I need lies within my grasp
But my mind eliminates the prospects in a genocidal act
Repelling all my options, determined to seclude
Reiterating its decision as I'm stuck in interlude
With my life set on pause, the future seems intact
But the faster I move the dial, the more certainty it lacks
Depression creeps upon me and from the world I contract
Becoming less ocular as my emotions entrap
Me