I felt an overwhelming need to get lost
just as school was about to start.
Something was wrong,
The sways had begun to occur for too long
and I felt existence laid bare.

My eyes are open, the colors are intact.
Of those who gaze into the abyss,
Few have seen it stare back.

I continued to look
even when cooler heads' turned
and more courageous hearts' shut their valves.

You see, I would go about obtaining knowledge
in all the wrongs ways.
I am altered.

I'd ask questions
that'd bring me back.
Can I perceive what I am?
Who is that?
Is patience the right course of action?
Will it come back?
Am I insane, what of insanity?
Does it slowly grip me like an ego grows vanity?
Return to the plain from where you absconded?
What might you find has settled in your mindset?
What see you that'd scares you so?
This psychobabble taken root in my soul.
What eats at you,
What do you know?
Are you so scared of what you've grown?

Am I so scared.
What do I know?
What've I become?

There is work to be done.
Before you know it
you'll be back again.