A Ride in the Wind
Swirling thought caught my hair
through my ears they thought to share
my synapse still fired without a care
my body was numb
I
Didn't care
I
feel so often I see this world like a painting like my entire vision is capturing a canvas
and my finger tips will touch something and I'm not sure if it's real or fake
Fake, no not fake, I'm not sure if i'm touching that's real, or if the feeling of touching
something real even exist
But how can I be real
If I don't know how to feel
My eyes have changed color that's my only appeal
From brown to green I see the world
I'm losing the touch of life
I'm losing