By Shannon Coon
Am I here, am I now
Did I enter a window somehow
Who is this person looks like me
I’m sitting, thinking – no family
Can’t be me but wait you’ll see
My altered reality
I see dreams reaching out at me
Altered state reality
Am I awake in this awkward state
Free not fall
My wicked way, alcohol
Fall asleep and make the vow
I see dreams, they see me
Their dreams no reality
Where I want to be
Want to be the dream
Altered state, altered reality
To be here, to be now
Not be temp by hate
My alcohol, forsaken all
That’s me, altered state
No means to communicate
Sorry evenings, sorry days
Sorry, sorry in a daze
Tormented and twisted
Apologetically flawed
Asked to stay even at odds
Sameness, blameless, lameness
It isn’t me in this altered reality
It isn’t different, it isn’t same
Full of loss, tears, and pain
You couldn’t keep that one true vow
Now you live in this here now
Yes, that’s me stuck, Altered reality
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