Absorbed
Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone
Being what you're not seeing, self-centered in bad lighting
Near-sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt
Rarely reliving it

Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth
Feeling sorry for yourself

Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed

Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward
No lights left to shine
Absorbing will that's inside
Keep somewhat low until night
Then come back for more
Stay low