Freezing Process

Taken to the brink of something Something, but we can't know what To wait, to want, it's so bad, and Try something, and moving too slow To get where you want to go Looking for results, you can't begin To find a way out from the cold Place you're in But it suits you, your condition Symptoms that keep you in, keep you from motion Until it's cold, slowing you down Until you can't go Taken by something But you can't hold on to it, you can't It slips through your fingers Slips through your hand Because they're too cold Can't get a grip on what's in your sight It's like getting old It's like getting told to sit still But it suits you, your condition Symptoms that keep you in, keep you from motion Until it's cold, slowing you down Until you can't go It's not me Is there something going so wrong Process of depriving yourself Of peace of mind