Can't put your finger on it,

Solution and cause not well lit,

Nothing major's changed,

You're not suddenly rich, criminal or deranged.

Your mind's saying one thing,

What you should think, express, feel,

But your heart's feeling nothing,

Does that make emotions any less real?

You feel robotic, inhumane, something's not right,

Like you've lost all your senses, touch, hearing and sight,

Love ones' words aren't as colorful, as vivid,

Like all of life's intensity has scattered and hid.

You wanna feel your smile stretch, heart thud,

But you're foggy and grey, distant and disaffected,

You wanna feel your tears burn, blood surge, all the feelings you should,

But you're in a dull bubble, detached and disconnected.

You hope and pray that this is just a phase,

And your expectations of life you shouldn't raise,

But wait it out, for there's something at which life does thrive,

And that's making you laugh and cry, making you feel alive.