Life is filled with them
Distractions everywhere
Years of school and mates
Youth pressing on and on
As an adult still more come
Days of work, the old routine
They drone and on to years
Until they come to retirement
In between the mediums
Television, phone, computer
The light, the noise comforting
Whilst life flees away slowly
So slowly, so very routine
Ebbing out without cease
But an age is limited surely
All things come to an end
Distractions, they abound
They comfort us in loneliness
N'er to confront life or self
N'er to know true self and place
A place in this world, known
To find a meaning, each to their own
What it was, is, and will be
Scary as it is, silent, looming
Living life through others
Through sports, movies, games
N'er knowing existence, bared
Its victories and failures
But then a day, like any other
Finds the distractions menial
It shines life, but the end near
Denial and regret set in hard
Like a speeding train passing by
Nothing but a rumbling blur
Unexpectantly approaching near
Bringing shivers of terror severe
So when it passes, a silence
The vortex of disorientation
Comes to draw the soul out headlong
From the body and its distractions