A Ramble To A Roar

Seconds do not feel like seconds any more
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong

Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied

The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will  prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me

Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry

Words do not feel much like words any more
I speak as loud as I can but they do not hear
I think I’ve something important to say
But my sentences seem to travel nowhere

Now I know that’s been my problem
It’s been eating away at my disguise
I walk around half asleep most days
Like I am being sung a lullaby
Finally I’m sure that’s the problem
If I talk enough I eventually lie
Do you expect me to ramble on forever?
If I roared would you be surprised?