Absorbed

Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone

Being what you're not seeing, self-centered in bad lighting

Near-sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt

Rarely reliving it

Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth

Feeling sorry for yourself

Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed

Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward

No lights left to shine

Absorbing will that's inside

Keep somewhat low until night

Then come back for more

Stay low