An Oddness Of Being

  "An Oddness Of Being"   

    These days 
      there seems to be,
      an overpowering
      oddness of being
      overtaking me.
 
    And life, 
      this life, 
      from its turbid view,
      through blemished glass -

    It seems as if life 
      is traveling past
      unbelievably slow, 
      so unbearably fast.

    And time, 
      our time,
      seems little more 
      than a shifting shape
      in swirling smoke. 
    
    Yesterday, like a faded memory.
    Last year, like the other day.
    Now, like forever.
    Tomorrow, like today. 
    
    Nights, 
      have lost their glow.
    
    Days,
      now fade to black.
    
    And this, 
      my untethered existence, 
         drifts on, 
             at a snail's pace, 
                   on a swallow's back. 

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EDIT_V3: Thank you all so much for your feedback. I'm going to go ahead and stop commenting on this thread after I've left replies to those that have already posted. Got to spend some time commenting on your poems! V2: Comma swaps and much scowling, courtesy of u/GermanSailfish V1:Housekeeping. Commas, periods, and a little manipulation of word choice ("My nights" --> "Nights", "My days" --> "Days", "all fade to black" --> "now fade to black", "Frodo Baggins is a little bitch, Gamgee now and forever" --> "And this, my untethered existence").