In silent rooms where shadows play,
My mind drifts far, too far away.
A fractured self, a distant gaze,
Lost in the fog, in endless maze.

The world outside, a muted hum,
My senses numb, my spirit glum.
I wander through a dreamlike trance,
Detached from time, a spectral dance.

Faces blur, their voices faint,
An echo of a life that’s quaint.
I watch as though through glass so thin,
A stranger to the world I’m in.

In moments brief, I feel the weight,
Of being lost in altered state.
Yet hope remains, a beacon bright,
To guide me back to grounded light.