Shifted

Poem #3 (June 7, 2020. 8:03am)

I rose from the mist of the air

Like a daydream lost in a nightmare

I live in a wrong sidetrack of time

Like I should be in a different line

The path doesn’t make sense

It will be over, but when?

The track feels like forever on loop

And I am no longer part of the group

The struggle feels endless

Like there is nothing awaits you

But still, I am doing my best

To be worthy of the truth