lostNfound
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2005
- Messages
- 13,675
hmmm, somethings amiss and I just can't quite put my finger on it.
I don't feel quite myself tonight.
I'm me, only I don't know who I am.
I just piched my arm. check, yep it's me.
so what's going on I ask. what's got into me?
Let's change sides.....through the looking glass on the flipside.
It's not all there, that's for sure. somethings amiss, but what!
Part of me has drifted away of its own accord tonight, without a pilot. Out of range, the radar screen says its a no show.
Drifting away into purgatory or limbo or some other netherworld.
Nothing left in me tonight to fill the gap where somethings left me behind without a trace of what it was before.
I'm going nowhere fast tonight. I can sit and wait till morning.
By the time my lids have dropped and what's left drifts away in search of the missing piece I slumber in darkness.
Hours pass as I lay there empty while the search party's out, looking for the lost to brint it rightfully home.
I wake and nothing changes.
Days pass, each one not quite right.
Something I'll never know, something I never knew.
In hope of a return.
I'm beginning to wonder if maybe it only ever had a one way ticket.
And the days go by, each night more ground is covered in the search.
Always, somewhere else to look.
Until then, may I let it run it's own (dis)course.
I don't feel quite myself tonight.
I'm me, only I don't know who I am.
I just piched my arm. check, yep it's me.
so what's going on I ask. what's got into me?
Let's change sides.....through the looking glass on the flipside.
It's not all there, that's for sure. somethings amiss, but what!
Part of me has drifted away of its own accord tonight, without a pilot. Out of range, the radar screen says its a no show.
Drifting away into purgatory or limbo or some other netherworld.
Nothing left in me tonight to fill the gap where somethings left me behind without a trace of what it was before.
I'm going nowhere fast tonight. I can sit and wait till morning.
By the time my lids have dropped and what's left drifts away in search of the missing piece I slumber in darkness.
Hours pass as I lay there empty while the search party's out, looking for the lost to brint it rightfully home.
I wake and nothing changes.
Days pass, each one not quite right.
Something I'll never know, something I never knew.
In hope of a return.
I'm beginning to wonder if maybe it only ever had a one way ticket.
And the days go by, each night more ground is covered in the search.
Always, somewhere else to look.
Until then, may I let it run it's own (dis)course.
