Displaced

You feel these little heartbeats in your hands

Try to wrap you’re head around what you used to understand

Now it’s like you’re six again

You don’t know the difference between a stranger or friend

Walking around like you’re lost on Halloween

Dropped your treats and you just want to find home

Get back into that zone

Find some comfort in what you know

But there’s no breadcrumbs or phone

You’re on this road alone

No zip or area codes

This is out past the twilight zone

You want to feel your feet connect with your body

But they’re just wheels on your body car

They work and you can move

You can keep going and get through

To where? That’s anybody’s guess

Could be heaven. Could be a mess

And you’d confess it all right now

To touch a familiar face

You’d surrender everything

To get out of this foreign place

“This isn’t real” says the voice inside your mind

“Real” is just a painting that still hasn’t dried