I wake inside a borrowed skin,
A quiet haze beneath within.
My hands still move, my feet still roam,
But nothing in me answers home.
The mirrors blur and lose my face,
Like time has thinned and slipped its place.
My shadow drifts a step too slow,
As if it’s not mine where I go.
The voices fade, the hallways bend,
The hours smear and never end.
I watch this life through silver light,
A distant dream that lasts all night.
Someone speaks and wears my name,
I mouth the words, but feel no claim.
Each breath arrives from far away;
Like I was never here to stay.