...

Wandering empty streets

In slippers and a daze

Street lights going off,

it's a war zone in my mind,

Every person stops to stare

To see where I am going...

They know exactly who I am,

They just don't know how to stop me

 

Wandering the rose gardens 

I have no idea who I am

Or why I was put here?

Living from time to time

Day to day

Second to second...

In my slippers and my nightingcap,

My brain is fighting overload

My teeth are chattering

My palms are sweaty.

And my heart is open....