sometimes I wonder,
it feels as though I'm split into
that there is half of me that lives and the
other half watches as I do
and nomatter where I go I'm only there in part
how can there be two lives inside one body
and one heart, I'm here,yet always elsewhere,
a piece, half with eyes tuned into the sky
the other half watching where I tread
until I'm mourning loosing moments haven't ...