Dawning
In a box,
But not with my mind,
It got out.
Now, I can't find,
Sanity.
Anywhere.
And I can't see,
Yet I stare,
At the body,
Left behind.
Where is my soul?
Does it mind?
Floating, flying,
Moving through?
A limbo land,
Without a clue.
Like a ghost,
We all have a past.
One that's over,
Sadly, could not last.
Dying now,
We all move on.
Can life catch up,
To the dawn?