It feels weird how the people can be talking to me sitting in front of me while I dream
I am nodding to them yet knowing nothing of what they have told me in the last few minutes
I hear them but I don't listen
Where are my ears at for I can't even hear myself
It is not the silence I am focusing on
I am neither here with my guest nor there in my own mind's rest
Where am I now I know not
Maybe one day I will hear words that my ears seek
Maybe then I will know what it is I have for so long missed
Till then let me stay lost
In between your words and mine
Let me not focus on the meanings of the words long lost
