There’s this thing that isn’t really there…

You somehow know it after a while.

Hangs out like an unwanted friend.

Like a favorite shirt that’s out of style.

I saw quite clearly yesterday.

Had some sleep. Woke up today.

Heard the nails on that chalkboard.

Then, like magic, you fade away.

I don’t know what’s on the horizon.

I’m not surprised by much anymore.

You said a lot and had your say.

No one has been listening like before.