Musings on Losing Velocity

That graveyard next to the highway doesn't look like it's been visited in years and I never realized I could relate so much to something so lifeless. If the consciousness is dead then so is the body (where the mind goes the man follows and when the man follows he does not understand why), but I don't know why I'm still walking, talking like the questions make sense and my words don't give it away. Maybe this is selfish, maybe I'm desperate, maybe I'm seeing now that there's nothing left. All I know is that all Atlas can do is laugh when we approach the apex and fall before we can touch the sky. Man is prone to evil as the sparks fly upward but maybe sparks have nothing to do with it.