pried from grips...

Sidetracked by life one can forget how to live...
Losing tone gaining grounds with wits...
With the rolling of days that forget the repeat of actions that blend in...
The mind fidgets with thoughts that no longer attends...
Trying to recollect where ones been...
Confused on what there is to actually give...
As nights are seen as the same ol trip...
Making it hard to depict the difference in between dreams n tears that drip...
Ripping timeless moments from silenced lips...
For the releasing of memories is forced n pried from grips...
N as hands unroll from the strength of fists...
Age creeps in to claim what is missed...
Pist to think how fast yrs click...
Unable to witness time move with hips that twist...
Rotating desires so vague sighs find discomfort in interests...
Afraid of being left alone to rot in the pits...
One sidesteps vital interactions never to be kissed...
Wishing to redo it before calling it quits...
As smiles wanna surface from pieces of bits...
Resurrecting a beat to be shared upon fingertips...
Pulsating as if once was still exists...
Jus wanting to be fixed...