simple obscurity

Noticeably absent, just hoping for something to go wrong

There's people outside the window in the rain, stringing themselves along

I'll grow when it's convenient, but it's all become too much the same

Staring at the same expression for so long is enough to drive the scenery insane

My thoughts, though erosive, are a companion nonetheless

Aching for a minute, not been trying my best

Scraping for a moment when there's so much noise that my only useful thoughts start to Fizzle to the top

But it starts to seem as if the leaves start to turn

These colors fade without a single concern

Feels obsolete, maybe my 'scenery' makes it seem that way