Drifting



Where am I
Reality and fiction
Lines blurred no distinction
Growing more detached drifting drifting
Floating away is this addiction
Waltzing in and out of limbo
Wading through transient trance
Reality is catalepsy
What is absolute truth anyway

Two in the morning
Half sober, eyes half open
Mind half closed, soul half broken
Angels flying above my head
Intermixing with the dead

Here today gone tomorrow
Disappeared vanished erased no place
Where are you
Perceptions conceptions possibilities
Fleeting memories
Are all that remain on this mortal plane
Nothing adds up
How could it
It will never
Nothing will ever make sense.

27 February 2004