I was up at dawn but something
was not right.
After a good nights sleep
I was somewhere else,
not in my bed, not my room
I was not myself.
There is past no future
I could not find my place,
I have lost it all.
I searched but there was no me.
I was in the rabbit hole again
even I did not recognize it.
It was to late now,
I was digging as hard as I could
I was trying to find myself.
Anything to bring me back.
There was this big hand
chasing me it's the hand of time,
closing doors behind me.
Time is running out I can't
escape it.
If I could just find me.
I go for my coffee,
my cups on the table
it is still hot.
My book is there my pen is
in place, someone wrote
this poem.
It was not me, time has won
the race.
Someone else has taken my
place.
I stand and cry out loud,
Who am I, but no one
answers, I am not there.