Where did I go?
Should I go with the flow?
Did I lose myself?
Is that me on the shelf?
Can you lend me a hand?
Or are you on your last stand?
Does using your senses disappear?
Or, maybe use your eyes or ears?
Could it be my worst fear?
Who have I become?
What says my cerebrum?
Can you answer that?
Am I falling flat?
What can we do?
Feeling  blue, are you, too?
Is this as awkward for you as it is me?
Don't you want to be free?
Why so many questions?
Why deny my affections?
I mean, how many can there be?
Don't you want to see?
Don't you want to just go home?
Or, do you wish to roam?
Is there enough time before dark?
Did you hear the dog bark?
You hear it, too?
Do you think it's just us few?
Thank goodness, but what now?
Do you smell something foul?
Ugh, is that something sticky?
Gross, better get out of here quickly!