Strangeness

Indolent yet, constant, the feeling persists of no feeling How do I do what I had no idea I would be doing? Dreams are now nothing but wishful thinking More like a thirst of unquenched drinking Going through the motions unsure now of things I had felt certain about, in my mind and almost in my heart Its a different place, shadows emphasized by brightness Strange familiarity of how life usually is, its contrariness This is the constant, that I am not used to, this is strageness