The days fly by
Like a drive by shooter but instead of spraying bullets
He's taking hours at a time
I wake up Monday, lay down Friday
There's weeks I can't account for 
I blink my eyes I lose an hour
It's like I'm already buried in my casket
How?
Memories weak like disease is gripping me as everyone 
& everything gets farther removed from me
I once had dreams
Like tiny seeds
I guess I must have planted
But then neglected to water or did I water?
It doesnt matter....
The time just shifted
It's time for bed
It's time for woroh man, I'm tired
What time is it?
Damn...another week is gone
Time flies