I barely recognise myself,
When I look into the mirror,
The reflection is a stranger.
My body ages in line with time,
But my mind is stuck,
Barely evolving,
No direction or motion,
Trapped in an unstraight line.
I am the garden without gas,
The fire without coal,
The light bulb without electricity.
I try to fight,
Push through,
But the force holding me back is stronger than I or you,
There is nothing more that I can do,
But ride the waves,
And hope for salvation.