Detached

I see the world...it passes by, I sit and watch...and start to cry. I feel I'm in a bleacher seat, no longer with you do I compete. I use to smile and laugh, and sing, now I stare...my ears still ring. My thoughts they wander here...than there, I wonder if you even care? That I feel confused and often dazed, my memory sits in clouded haze. I sit and stare into your face, I feel like I'm in outer space. P.R.Deremer