Mute

time washes over me
one day becomes the next
i go through the motions
and mute my brain

money becomes the goal
and i only move to attain it
no thought required now
i trust in my acquired instincts

life is boring, but
i don't know any better
i've been in this rut much too long
to succumb to boredom

part of me fears
i've lost another part of me
and exchanged self for something
i cannot name

who am i?
who can say.
where am i?
if i only knew

one leads to the other
like a string to a kite
or a cord to a lightbulb
or a seed to a flower

i cannot grow
i cannot move
i cannot change
until i find it