Slowly Shrinkin'

Those that I talk to, the circle's slowly shrinkin';
So are the subjects my mind relies on thinkin' about....
I don't know why exactly but I'm being buried by doubt.

Not because I question the moves I have made;
It's about my existance-- I feel a slow fade astir....
When I look at myself I can't imagine it doesn't occur.

This trench I know I'm diggin' will only get deeper;
The next one to get close will be some great leaper across....
Good thing this trench is wide enough to not see my loss.

I only do now what I have to do, no great shakes;
The less I end up doin', the less time it takes away....
That leaves me plenty of time to wallow mindlessly each day.

Sittin' there in silence without a smile or a frown;
My emotions neither runnin' high or headin' on down there....
If there's someone I need no time with is that lady despair.

The usual feelin' that stops by is nowhere to be found;
It's janglin' no nerves or causin' my head to pound aloud....
I'm always with umbrella but don't see any hoverin' storm-clouds.

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