Lost In a Departed World

At the stroke of midnight your features disappear I look in the mirror but to my eyes you're not there In a field of dirt no grass will grow till you sprinkle your glorious waters and the peak of the sun scans the horizon to say "Hello." In a departed world the eyes differentiate between real and what's fake I tremble at the astonishment of my surroundings and how they seem to incapacitate me with loneliness and depression no one can comprehend the reason for my expression lost in a world where my understandings are not even sure ambiguous to the vagueness of why I am here In the essence of time a democratic form of right divine There was less criticism of my ambiguous world than for the world, There's no more of a world Trapped in an Asylum where your consciousness over powers your mental stability to produce what's correct This is an experiment of cause or the effect of being trained Trained to think learn and react a specific way in more than one state of mind listening to two masters defining the undefined lost in a departed world where the truth is bewildering to one's eye.