Limbo

I’ve been trapped in Limbo
For a while now, for a while now
The lights are pretty dim, low.
And it’s a bit colder somehow

I’ve been trapped in Limbo
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
It’s not exactly grim, though –
The skies a little grey.

And – I live in the North, I know.
So you’d think I’d be alright.
But there’s something about Limbo
There’s something in the light

It doesn’t feel like a light should.
I still see it – crystal clear and all
It glistens, like a varnished wood.
But it doesn’t shine, it falls.

Like a necessity, like a dead weight
I’ve been trapped in Limbo
Where I don’t occur, I wait.
And the seconds are so slim, slow.