I was tired
Drained like laundry being wrung out to be dried
As soon as my meds went down the chute of my throat

I woke up
But being awakened had brought fourth that of which I felt
That I felt was my heart dulling more and falling from a cloud like rain

Forward I went
Upon a train of remembered dreams and no feelings
Onto a path of things not felt and only heard

Paused in motion
Although my head was above water like flowers fallen from trees
My feet were never meant to like the roots of those trees, touch the ground