Wasting away with all that I am

I kind of feel like I’m wasting away inside. 
As if nothing I do can stop what I’m feeling like. 
It’s not a big deal, right? 
It’s only my life. 
It’s only me dealing with this strife. 
It’s only one day in this whirlwind of months that whiz by. 
But they pile up. 
And when finally I look back to see what I’ve done
I notice it’s only a blip in a script I’ve rehearsed. 
One instance to influence a whole line of events;
Just one instance to quickly reach the same end. 
My mind keeps searching for similar thoughts,
But I’m simply unable to translate this intangible urge. 
It takes only a glance to see what you feel. 
Pain not intended for me,
But all the same hurts. 
The fabric of my surreal universe frays at the ends. 
But ultimately there can be only one truth;
Sinking in and falling out of reality,
Maybe one day I’ll see through the fog.