Death By Nostalgia

Ordinary evenings
Blasé days repeating
Maybe I’m just in-between two meanings
Creation still employs me
But passion must avoid me
Where did all this time go is still the mystery
Seeing a past life under streetlight is a harmless distraction if played right
Jump the fences, and tap your senses. Remember when you felt alive
Keep it back there for when you need it, but don’t give in to temptation and
feed it
It will consume you, just might kill you under its weight
Death by nostalgia
Progress quickly slows
Straight lines start to bow
Cynical thinking creeps in the shadows
Too young not to buy
A fabricated lie
To camouflage the reason why you’re not letting go
Seeing a past life under streetlight is a harmless distraction if played right
Jump the fences, and tap your senses. Remember when you felt alive
Keep it back there for when you need it, but don’t give in to temptation and
feed it
It will consume you, just might kill you under its weight
Death by nostalgia