Hello, me! It's nice to see
that someone's taking care of me
for today I'm gone, and shant return,
I'm a step down from reality.
I can't feel pain, which isn't bad,
but neither can I tell when I'm glad.
And I have trouble discerning between
whether I'm sad or terribly mad.
I've lost my way to get back in
for I'm creating a terrible din.
They think that body there is me,
when there is nothing that's within!
My soul is taking a rest, you see.
It got tired of being only me.
It wanted to see the world alone,
without my worrying what to be.
But now it's got to come back down
for I'm attracting many a frown
I'm acting rather foolishly alone
and need a soul to steer me around.
Without my soul I walk as though dead,
and nothing can penetrate the ice in my head.
I'm not myself, as you can tell,
but now that I'm back, gone is my dread.
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