Already Over

Stuck on a well-worn path
Lit only by moonlight
Dark circles framing a
Shut-eyed active nightlife
And you're half-alive
All the time
Wilting under the gaze
Of tireless watchful eyes
Whose lips have
Swallowed the keys

You're getting drained and then hung up
Like a washrag wrung out
From the dreamless toss and turn that's
Your prison cell

The stars are wearing you down
And you're scared it's already over

There are spaces in-between walls
Whose tops get lost in the clouds
That you could almost get yourself through
If not for the glass between them all
It's a maddening sight to be so close
To the other side of such a thin line
That anyone else could cross just fine
A million times before they've died

You're getting drained and then hung up
Like a washrag wrung out
From the dreamless toss and turn that's
Your prison cell
A new definiton of normal, a frown
Etched on your mouth
With a fading reflection of
The best in your self

The stars are wearing you down
And you're scared it's already over