with heavy tread and treacle feet i drag my baggage behind me everything s absurd everything feels strange i experience time as a terrible ache alone and unnoticed on the busy street i m living in the shadow of the terrible thing windows shatter and alarm bells ring i m living in the shadow of the terrible thing halfway down the road i ve lost all purpose no virgil at my side to guide and interpret darkness visible failing light i hurt in every inch of my lived lite sinking slowly in this miasma too much hurt for my head to handle hanging on to hope and a handful of chances because if you take away the future then the present collapses