Something Weird

Now is the hour that I must feel

Now is the hour that I can’t deal.

Now is the hour that I must heal.

Now is the hour everything’s surreal.

Now I must learn how to cope.

Now I must learn how to hope.

Now I must learn not to mope.

Now I must avoid the dope.

In this time and place,

I must show my face,

In order to win the race,

I need to keep pace.

I feel as though there is nothing inside me.

I feel as though my body is empty.

I feel as though I cannot be.

I feel as though I’m not me.

I have nothing left to show.

I have no where to go.

I feel I should know,

Why I have nothing left to show.