Crystal Stilts - The Dazzled

I sit in the window watching my days,
From a safe distance.
Clock towers toll and I am frozen,
Every instant.
Backward I brood and forward I dream for,
Figments of existence.
It can't be saved.
It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance.
We are bound and marching to an ever static distance.

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