Freezing Process

Taken to the brink of something

Something, but we can't know what

To wait, to want, it's so bad, and

Try something, and moving too slow

To get where you want to go

Looking for results, you can't begin

To find a way out from the cold

Place you're in

But it suits you, your condition

Symptoms that keep you in, keep you from motion

Until it's cold, slowing you down

Until you can't go

Taken by something

But you can't hold on to it, you can't

It slips through your fingers

Slips through your hand

Because they're too cold

Can't get a grip on what's in your sight

It's like getting old

It's like getting told to sit still

But it suits you, your condition

Symptoms that keep you in, keep you from motion

Until it's cold, slowing you down

Until you can't go

It's not me

If there's something wrong, so wrong

Process of depriving yourself

Of peace of mind