all the motions feel too fast,
thoughts are forever fleeting.

conversations don't seem to last,
there is not much real feeling.

the body working just like a machine,
drifting through autopilot.

how hard it is to remain present,
to be numb makes it easier to fight it.

an intense longing to understand,
to know the meaning of it all.

looking around, always asking,
"what is going on?"

nothing can explain just why
this life feels so wrong.