The Hollow Frame

The clock on the wall is a heavy-handed thief,

Stealing the hours and offering no relief.

I built a world where every gear is in place,

But I’m staring at a stranger in a familiar space.

The house is quiet, but the silence is loud,

Like a storm rolling in from a single dark cloud.

I’ve mastered the systems, I’ve followed the plan,

But I’m losing the ghost of the original man.

Swallowed by the routine, buried in the light,

Fighting off the shadows in the middle of the night.

The blueprint is perfect, the structure is sound,

But I’m looking for something that can’t be found.

The screen glows blue while the world turns grey,

Trading my tomorrow for a long yesterday.

Success is a mountain with a cold, lonely view,

And the more that I win, the more that I lose.

I’ve got the keys and I’ve got the room,

But I’m living my life inside of a tomb.

Just a glitch in the logic, a break in the flow,

With miles left to run and nowhere to go.

System check.

Still breathing.

Still waiting.

For the noise to stop...

Just for a second...