I am there but not there.
Of what’s become of me
I‘m barely aware.
There is no clear context
For what happened before
Or what will happen next.
When someone speaks to me,
I hear every other word,
Then simply nod in apathy.
I was there but not there
When my son was young.
When I looked his way
He had gone somewhere.
When work needed doing,
I was there but not there,
Lost in a dream I was pursuing.
When I went away,
Mistakes were made.
When I returned,
The price was paid.
Now I dwell in fantasy
There but not there,
Staring through bars of reality.
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