Days of Haze

Yesterday feels so far away
but that’s okay if I’m still sane.
All those days, spent stuck in a haze,
made me feel okay in my own pain.
Spinning in sound — away and around — from my old town.
Never looking back just hoping to keep on track.
Finding frames in time to recollect and rebuild senses from the mind that only
made me blind.
Days of haze have always grounded life in grace.
There are times when you must decide
whether things are fine or in decline.
If fading away into a distant state
makes you feel okay, then daze for days.