Taken to the brink of something

Something, but we can't know what

To wait, to want, it's so bad, and

Try something, and

Moving to slow

To get where you want to go

Looking for results

You can't begin, to

Find a way out from the cold

Place you're in

But it suits you

Your condition

Symptoms that keep you in

Keep you from motion

Until it's cold

Slowing you down

Until you can't go

Taken by something

But you can't hold on to it

You can't

It slips through your fingers

Slips through your hands

Because they're too cold

Can't get a grip

On what's in your sight

It's like getting old

It's like getting told, to, sit, still

But it suits you

Your condition

Symptoms that keep you in

Keep you from motion

Until it's cold

Slowing you down

Until you can't go

It's not me

Is there something

So wrong

Process of depraving yourself

Of peace of mind