Unsettling

Some days I just feel like something is *off*. And then something like this takes root and blooms in my mind.

It's creeping in, crawling under my skin,
This dis-ease, nausea;
Unsettled by living, thinking of giving up;
Countless years, over distance, easing the pain of my existence.
On the edge of clarity,
Over the cliff and down to insanity.
Out of time, out of luck, out of mind;
Trapped here always, you are mine;
Look around forever, you'll never find a way out.
Nothing ever changed, nothing ever will;
Stuck, we remain here still.
Chills over thrills, the pain spills.
We move forward endlessly, but *move* not at all.