Drift Away

Slowly digging into your consciousness and conscience 
An insignificant seed
Flourishing in infertile minds

An Island, An overused cliche, a concrete metaphor
Overheard second hand gossip of a dying generation in drunken corporate coffee shops
Burnt tongues and dead senses

Cut off from everyone, everything
Still caught in the web

Unfaithful to yourself
Unfaithful to myself
Lose your faith
Lose your mind
Lose yourself
Dead eyes and dead minds left limping in the three legged races of uncertainty

Feel the condensation on the glass and how it cools your skin.
How it  warms your body.
That slight push... Drift away.