I am Zac Lindsay

Once upon a time,
Our breath was on a collision course,
But nowadays,
Oxygen is lacking.

I’ve grown tired,
And I’ll dream straight through my days,
Without a regret.
Life: recycled canvas.

De-animated,
Words now drip off my tongue,
Or else they’re muffled,
By my pillowcase.

And with each new day,
My retinas burn deeper,
With the same old,
Artificial sunlight.

Sometimes,
It gets hard to say,
If we’d be trite,
Or truth.