Atrophy

First you just don't want to

For one day, then two, then five

Then a week, maybe two

Or a month or a few of those

Then you get rusty.

You try, but you're a bit off.

There's some anger, 

Maybe disappointment in yourself..

That you can't do 

what you easily could..

So then you choose to try

Or you choose to stop

If you stop..

First you feel elated

Then maybe bored

But hey, you don't need to pack the punches

Do you?

Then slowly it goes away

First from your mind

Then maybe from your body

A muscle loses steam

Then two, then five, then all

There exists a fleeting shadow 

A memory of what was

First physically, then even from your brain

Or ofcourse, 

You can choose not to stop

Dust

Let the dust settle a little

There's too much of it in my eyes

I can barely see

And even when I stretch out my hand

All I feel around is more dust

Let the dust settle a little

All the flotsam and jetsam too

There's only water entering my lungs

A lot of it is mud

Let the dust settle a little

I can hardly breathe without coughing

Feels like I'm stumbling

This step and every other too

I will wait till the dust settles

And I can see and I can breathe

And I can touch and I can swim

And then baby, you can let me go