Watching the world pass me by
snug, in the backseat of my brain
Out there is easily ignored
no need from me to explain
-what do you want- they keep asking
but, decisions are not mine to make
They feel addressed to the other me
He’s not here, he left on a break
Blank stares and a few short words
is what I’m now left with to play
Take me with you next time you go
Guide me for now, so I can be ok.
Feeling unable to take control.