....a matter of routine.....

The vast expanse of solitude

Thoughts of life and thoughts of death

And everything in between

The moving hands of the clock

Coming back to where they were

Never moving ahead to thirteen

Was I running too fast

Or was the world passing me by

That remained to be seen

Maybe it was all an illusion

Maybe it was a rainbow

Maybe just a smokescreen

If it hurts so much

Perhaps I am still alive

Or perhaps just a matter of routine.....