Adrift

As the memory fades to a dream
My eyes construct the things they’ve seen
And once again I’m where I’ve been
I find myself adrift somewhere
I can’t recall your presence there
And realize the walls are bare
Surrounded, strange guitars play songs
For all except my ears are gone
I hear the break of no new dawn
In the distance far overhead
I see the path that must be tread
Between us hangs a single thread
It hangs amidst the air, too high
And if it breaks this dream will die
With nothing but a faint goodbye
We float just like a leaf inside a hurricane
Without sufficient mass to hold us to the ground
Yesterday I thought I could build myself a home
As if a mountain comes from thought and air alone
As if anything could come from nothing