This silent lacuna feels like a nostalgic déjà vu
Remember when this apathy we went through?
Intent stares are wandering off into faux eternity
Five seconds feels like an aeon with a disability
The repeat performance with a sobering encore
And this stale oxygen tastes like decay rancour
A reassuring murmuring, raced musings to take
“The first one to break takes the goddamn cake.”
A singular grain of sand’s wedged in the middle
A scintilla of matter holds back a raging geyser
The clear hourglass falls to a solemn standstill
Whether it resumes or nay depends on our will
A tap of a hangnailed finger, I’m trying to understand
Yet left counting wrinkles into my motionless hands
Then someone breaks the hypnos with a quaint smile
Yet, oh sweet tragedy, my dear, it was neither you nor I.