Spending my time in two states of being
No buffer zone to rest and recharge
Not even alive youd think might be freeing
Like living full speed with no obstruction
Building a future, fluent constructions
But I am running in sand
Slow, sluggish, and blurry
Hiding alone, never a hurry
In the end Im just tired, unwilling to stand
A light trader, moving at night
Like a shadow cast in the snow by the light