I keep waking up
And falling asleep,
Each day somewhere else.
The days keep passing by:
Hours like minutes,
Sometimes...
Minutes like days.
I forget, or become
Mentally unconscious,
a machine on auto-pilot,
Then at times I awake,
The trance, the coma,
It stops,
And then once more,
Me again...
Lost, stranded,
In a sea of people.
My world has become
A revolving door
Of people entering and exiting
My life.