Sunlight crawling ‘cross my floor,
Birds still singing like before,
Coffee steaming in the (pott) ,
It’s a perfect day.
Blue sky hanging overhead,
But I can’t seem to lift my heavy head,
Something’s gone and what it is
I can’t seem to say.
It’s not the morning, not the view,
Not the world that feels untrue
It’s me that’s missing
From the picture frame.
I wake up, but I’m not there,
Breathing in but gasping air,
Looking in the mirror
At a stranger who stole my name.
It’s a good morning,
why don’t I feel it?
The sun is shining,
why can’t I see it?
Time’s rolling faster,
With each passing breath,
And I’m sinking deeper,
Drowning in these depths
And it Feels like I'm dreaming.
I used to hold the world in my hands,
Now it’s slipping like grains of sand.
It’s a good morning… that I’m missing.
Because I'm just not there.
Friends I had once don’t seem to call,
Or maybe I just closed the door,
It's me I blame once more
Slowly drifted from the shore
Without a sound.
They say “Fly high, you’ve got this fight,”
But I can barely stand upright,
Try to run, I lose my ground
And hit the floor.
Mind over matter or so they say,
“If you don’t mind, it fades away.”
But years don’t vanish
Just like that, stuck on rewind.
Doctor says, “Just take this pill,
It’ll help your head grow quiet still,”
But silence doesn’t
Change the ache or what's inside.
It’s a good morning,
why don’t I feel it?
The birds are singing,
why can’t I hear it?
Clock ticks louder,
than my heartbeat,
In a raging storm.
One day I’m rising, next I fall,
Looking back, I lost it all.
It’s a good morning… that I’m missing.
When I'm not here.
And I know I’ve got to save myself,
No one else can pull me out,
But how do you change a winding road
When you’ve worn in every route?
It’s hard to walk when you can’t crawl,
Hard to stand when you feel this small,
But somewhere deep beneath it all
There’s breath…
It’s a good morning,
maybe I’ll feel it,
Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll start to heal it,
Time’s still moving,
Even though inside I'm not here
I may be lost, but each day I try
And that’s enough for now, or I'll lie.
It’s a good morning…
Even if I'm not really here.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
Sunlight crawling ‘cross my floor,
Birds still singing like before,
Coffee steaming in the (pott) ,
It’s a perfect day.
Blue sky hanging overhead,
But I can’t seem to lift my heavy head,
Something’s gone and what it is
I can’t seem to say.
It’s not the morning, not the view,
Not the world that feels untrue
It’s me that’s missing
From the picture frame.
I wake up, but I’m not there,
Breathing in but gasping air,
Looking in the mirror
At a stranger who stole my name.
It’s a good morning,
why don’t I feel it?
The sun is shining,
why can’t I see it?
Time’s rolling faster,
With each passing breath,
And I’m sinking deeper,
Drowning in these depths
And it Feels like I'm dreaming.
I used to hold the world in my hands,
Now it’s slipping like grains of sand.
It’s a good morning… that I’m missing.
Because I'm just not there.
Friends I had once don’t seem to call,
Or maybe I just closed the door,
It's me I blame once more
Slowly drifted from the shore
Without a sound.
They say “Fly high, you’ve got this fight,”
But I can barely stand upright,
Try to run, I lose my ground
And hit the floor.
Mind over matter or so they say,
“If you don’t mind, it fades away.”
But years don’t vanish
Just like that, stuck on rewind.
Doctor says, “Just take this pill,
It’ll help your head grow quiet still,”
But silence doesn’t
Change the ache or what's inside.
It’s a good morning,
why don’t I feel it?
The birds are singing,
why can’t I hear it?
Clock ticks louder,
than my heartbeat,
In a raging storm.
One day I’m rising, next I fall,
Looking back, I lost it all.
It’s a good morning… that I’m missing.
When I'm not here.
And I know I’ve got to save myself,
No one else can pull me out,
But how do you change a winding road
When you’ve worn in every route?
It’s hard to walk when you can’t crawl,
Hard to stand when you feel this small,
But somewhere deep beneath it all
There’s breath…
It’s a good morning,
maybe I’ll feel it,
Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll start to heal it,
Time’s still moving,
Even though inside I'm not here
I may be lost, but each day I try
And that’s enough for now, or I'll lie.
It’s a good morning…
Even if I'm not really here.
https://m.soundcloud.com/malcolm-gladwin-226585577/im-not-here
06 February 2026
I'm Not Here
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
Started as a poem transformed into lyrics and now it's a song ...
