Falling

My mind is like a foggy day,

The light don’t seem to illuminate the way.

My vision is blurry,

And my head not screwed on straight.

How can I feel for something that I cannot have?

Is this feeling even right or will I grow out of this fad?

I think and I ponder of what it could be,

So I sit there and wait like the leaves on a tree.

Wait until the day that I fall from the branch,

And fall right into the palm of your hand….