Out of Phase

There have been so many days, I wake to feel I’m out of phase, Doing the things I've done before, On a swing that's back and forth... As I kick forward and stretch my legs, I move toward what’s still so vague, But half the time my head goes back, Numbing my mind so I loose track... Then I slow down and slowly stop, When I found what’s at top, But I'm still bound so back I drift, Gaining speed as I loose lift... With bended knees I ride the curve, A tingling breeze touch every nerve, Nauseously again I stall, Cautiously so I don’t fall... As I prepare to start again, I see the cycle I live in, Just repeats the previous days, And what I keep is out phase ...