Through the Motions

The thought of getting off the couch to grab a cold one from fridge-
Ends with me reaching for my phone in search of easy dopamine
Two hours later, lost my buzz. I forgot who I thought I was
Another evening on the ropes. I Might as well have been ghost

I'm moving through the motions, with no emotion moved through me
Just swimming to tread water. Just floating simply not to sink
Barely above what's underneath

Attempting to resume the norm. Cling to a pattern you can form
But it ends with a frozen screen- Remote gets thrown at the TV
Give it a rest or walk it off. Be grateful that's the worst you got
It's not like you don't have your health
A little lie to tell yourself

So much for graceful aging. The date of expiration approaching
I guess the thing to do is lay in bed until you fall asleep
Retired aspiration, hover like a halo over me
Dulled by a quick distraction
Check my phone, check my anxiety
Impossible expanse where nothing can remain without decay
You can't avoid a void so void. Brace for event horizon