The Shrine

The picture runs on the wall
Projecting images of
A time in life no longer there
You spend your days never moving on
A few more years and then you’ll be gone
It’s hard to find a reason to even care
And now
You feel no warmth when the sun’s up
You see no light in the sunset
So many things you recall
With every new reel you watch
A single thought burned in your head
For everything that is who you are
To suddenly be reduced to nothing
It’s kinda' like already being dead
And now
You feel no warmth when the sun’s up
You see no light in the sunset
Compared to what is your sole interest
Color it with the best intentions
Suffer in silence
You feel no warmth when the sun’s up
You see no light in the sunset
Compared to what is your sole interest
Nothing in life gives you comfort
As much as this