The Grain

Really, I sat here sucked into my own bout.
Peachy.
And truly, I entered this zone and naturally zoned out.
Creepy.

I was here for a moment, but more appeared.
Wild.
I computered myself to hell, credits to an idea I feared.
Child.

I just don't recollect what I used to endure.
Shame.
I've lost my appreciation. That is what I concur.
Lame.

But I don't want to go back, I just want brilliance.
Light.
These moments disappear in thousands. At times in millions.
Plight.

I just want to embrace you, ok? Please, if only temporarily.
Borrow.
I need you more than ever. I've been changing, and quite nefariously.
Sorrow.