The water below is a loud roar
It roars through my head
Across the way I see someone
They shout, but their voice falls to the chasm
Lost in the turbulence
The face is mine
I stand stuck, watching myself
The other me yells
I still can't hear
A fog lifts from the chasm
And the world is a blur,
My senses numbed
Where was I?
I think I got lost.
I don't know when.
So I sit
Waiting for the bridge to appear
And the fog to clear
So I can go back to what was
Whatever it was that was
Back to the meadow green
That suddenly vanished
-rlo
