Passing by

I wake inside the distance,

a step behind my skin.

The room keeps moving forward

but I’m not in it.

I’m behind myself again,

watching shadows pull me through.

Can’t stop the day from happening,

it just happens without truth.

Shadow of a bird, high above,

burning in the sky.

All I am is what is passing,

slipping, passing by.

The mirror blurs my outline,

the eyes don’t look like mine.

The voice is thin and hollow,

like a signal down a line.

I’m behind myself again,

watching shadows pull me through.

Can’t stop the day from happening,

it just happens without truth.

Shadow of a bird, high above,

burning in the sky.

All I am is what is passing,

slipping, passing by.

Hands won’t close around it,

the moment slips away.

I walk but never enter,

I breathe but I don’t stay.

I’m behind myself again,

a ghost sewn to the seam.

The bird is only shadow,

I’m unraveling between.

Like a dream I can’t awaken,

like a name I can’t recall.

The day keeps moving forward

but I’m not there at all.

Only shadow.

Only shadow.

Only ….