My heart beating slower
Than a snail at its fastest pace
Looking in the mirror
I could barely see my own reflection
My dimensional thoughts linger
In the crooked world.

As I wipe my eyes
The fountain of pain
Overflows the feeling of happiness
Subtle thoughts
The burning desire to overcome
Obstacles and move swiftly across

The edge of pain.
Bold in the cold
We were never told
Life would get so cold
We learn as we grow old.