Echoes of the Metronome

Lost in pensive madness

I hear an artifact of my former self

Fossilizing as it echoes,

Radiating unto me

The wisdom of action

Too distant to believe

Fortifying into memories

Just to let me free

— from freedom

To kiss me one last time

As I let —

The throws of stagnancy let me be

— Alive,

Ostensibly