Marco DiLeonardo Art

Time wastes away enveloped in worry and panic. Visions from the past crawl out from your mind's eye. Finding ways to fluster with all concentration. They call them learning disabilities but really it's enormous disharmony. This is only rhetoric for possible opportunities that never pan out. The constant disconnect we forget to feel. There's no use in trying when are hands are so tightly bound. We should run before they start working on our feet. The tiny fishbowl we live in is quickly evaporating. Health and progress only seem to fail. This is no longer a place for improvement. Bliss is certifiably extinct. All I see is me. Burning in what already passed. An ever-changing mind in a never changing life. Repeating our great depression. Incinerating outside this dying shell. Blazing decay for another day in a terrifying future.