I’ve gained insights about their absence
I grow until I’m in the ground
I’m learning how I’m becoming dense
Silence is my advice most sound
I can feel I used to feel more feelings
I remember when I could remember more
I’ve heard I used to better hear things
I know how much I don’t know anymore
My thoughts are clearly misty fog
The fact is I lack the facts
I’ve skipped foreword to the epilogue
Ascended past the first two Acts
I’m wise to heeding words of wisdom
And sense my senses slowly shrinking
I’ve decided no more decisions
I think I’ve thought too much on thinking
I am until no longer being
I try my best to be remiss
That life will live without me living
And I lose mine musing on this