A Slow Collapse

A slow collapse a gradual greying…
Like wisps of fog rolling allow collapse.
A slow collapse only prolongs the pain…
We’re too proud to see the need for change.
Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.
What is gone has not been lost it’s been given away.
Oh blind. Blind and struggling in the water
Blind. Blind and struggling in the water
Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.
What is gone has not been lost, it’s been given away.
What is lost has not been taken, it’s been given away.