i can feel time running out,

but i feel aimless--

a vague frustration

something inside is peetering out.

i don’t know what it is,

but i need it,

and it’s burning in the fire of disillusionment

from whence it may not return.

something is creeping on me.

it feels familiar,

and even as i struggle to hang on to the new me

i feel it tugging me back

into the past.

but i’m in a surreal landscape;

nothing is for certain.