Inert Desire

My ability to comprehend
Is a bit disproportioned to what I say
Time lapsed or at least I wish it did
This passenger seat in which I stay
I've watched the world go by in a blur
No matter what I do I can't stop this ride

All these moments pass by
And still I wait for me
All these moments eat my time
And still I can't be

A fluid melody is my plague
I write it down
And hope it forgets
The mind in which it dwells
This device that I crave
Trying to engineer any relevance
I can't seem to conjure it at will
Only lay here and stay perfectly still

They say it's talking one needs to do
Spill the words upon oneself
Come to terms with what I've done
And be one with someone else
It's not the loneliness killing me
Just the inert desire to not achieve... anything

All these moments pass by
And still I wait for me
All these moments eat my time
And still I can't be

Why does all this wasted have to be so permanent?