Dwelling

   
In my dwelling,
I have found,
Too much confusion,
And when I think,
I think too much,
And so delusion,
Takes my brain,
Where I can't find it,
Like I'm somewhere,
Trapped behind it,
And if I knew,
Oh never mind,
It's an intrusion,
In my dwelling,
There are people,
Who aren't there,
I can see them,
Sitting cross legged,
On the chair,
But when I reach
To touch them,
They disappear,
So I can't trust them,
So I guess,
I'll fix my eyes,
Into a stare,
In my dwelling
On myself,
I've come between me,
And now I can't remember,
If I've seen me,
But I'll keep on keeping on,
Till all is said and done,
And I think, I therefore have,
Forever, been me.


...for Dad.