I watch
through layers of self doubt
and acres of trepidation
as the world passes me by.

As the planet hurtles
through space and time
I cling to my wasted life
and wonder whether
to get on or get off.

Time heals all wounds
but it can’t heal a mind
dead set on self destruction.

There is no instruction book
no on/off switch
There’s just me
and the twisted logic
of willpower.

Caught up in the epic
of trying to use a mind
against itself;
Change a mind.
Save a life.

Save a mind.
Change a life.