It's been hard making an impression on anything,

Walking around this town like a ghost.

Ghosts can be haunted too.

And I'm beginning to wonder

If there ever is a place that makes sense.

It wasn't in the foundation.

I feel such disconnection. 

I think I buried my life in thoughts of 

Fear and inaction. 

The past is so vivid, so fresh. 

I look at me and wonder how I lost myself.

At what point do I need to go back?

Never can we go back.

This present is a slow mess.

Walking around like some kind of ghost.

I want to be real again.

Want to celebrate the day.

Want to figure out what makes me feel

So out of touch with this physical world.

Just a sleepy ghost wondering.

Never knowing what is real anymore.

All the while life is flying by so quickly.