Wondering when it was
I lost myself to reality.

Wondering why the wind sounds so wrong,
And how long ago was it that it lost its song.
Wondering how many days ago
Was it that the thorn bush lost its rose.
Wondering when the face in the mirror
Seemed to smile, but only shed those tears,
Wondersing what it was like to be a star,
And not the aching within a scar.

Im four years old again
Eyes wide open and unseeing,
Trying to figure out,
What it is i must be believing.

Im four years old again
And im breathing.
*Im breathing