Pains and Strife

The days go by
But I'm stuck in slow motion
The kind that keeps you frozen
till you divide it up to a nothingless quotient

And the pain of it passing
Is worse than the motion
of having been divided
into a nothingless quotient

Somehow I live
Not the same as before
yet still going through the motions
as my heart hits the floor

You see it's passed by
All those good times in life
Now it's filled with pains
Hard pains and strife