Slowly Drifting a Thousand Times

I am slowly drifting To a place Where I've been A thousand times before Everytime i stay It seems A new experience Void of familiarity Remembrance of what is real or not Erased from memory It's neither happiness nor excitement But more like sadness, hopelessness It is where myself lies down Maybe for comfort When nothing or no one seems to offer much I am slowly drifting To a place  Where I've been A thousand times before I try to shake myself  From numbness or over sensitivity And bring familiarity back To my memory But, familiarity only meets The hopeless feeling In the midst of sadness is the bridge That I blindly cross To slowly drift back to the place Where I've been A thousand times before. I am neither the person Of the present Nor of the future Living I am in the bubble Of the past maybe But, my slowly drifting To a place a thousand times Has shown me many glimpses Of what the present Or the future suggests Wondrous are those glimpses If I could just own them And make myself real I wouldn't care less or cry as much But, surely as times change When Christmas turns into Summer When June roses become December blooms I would slowly drift The thousandth time Aided only by the familiarity and wonder of the beating  of my own heart.