Write me a line or two
A progressive tone from you
Why holding my head down
I am no longer wound around you

I swear I was sulking it in all
A pseudo reality to rise and fall
And despite my sublime awakenings
I find myself again human and waiting

Patiently in line with elevator music
Filling once sincere responses
With empty ad-libs. Blank
A thought has just sank

The dawn now has its essence
Talking now with others has substance
Walking in the rain now has its claim
I don’t know, what or whether to blame

And if I wake and no longer see
Its just because i have not been me