Sandy, my mind feels, like little grains, it’s so
unreal……..

I feel so amazingly lost,
Maybe a flashlight I should have brought,
So I could light my way,
Under all of the darkening, of this day,
I try to speak, but I cannot say,
I don’t know what is wrong with me; I don’t know what to
do,
I’m so sick and tired, of being confused,
Always lost and being abused,
By my own minds treacherous thoughts, and being constantly
accused,
That I bring about all of this stormy weather,
That I do nothing to make life better,
Optimistically is a way I do not think, not at all, not
ever,
When I was happy I felt as light as a feather,
But now that I am nothing, I am forever and completely lost
under sands’ pressure.