Some times I’m not thinking right,
My mind is not so clear,
It’s all mixed up and hazy.
I have those days,
Where I feel,
I have in fact, yes, disappeared.
Maybe, I’m not all there.
I wonder if you sit and stare, can you see my sitting here?
Disappeared past a place, where there once was a silver smoke screen,
Forever living in my dream,
To be forever,