Thinking That Day

What is it I was thinking that day

Memories, have they been bleached

I seek answers but the question is what

From where do these emotions derive

Can someone explain why

Will someone ever recognize me

Help me clear my unsettling unknowings

Guessing can only satisfy me meagerly

For peace I require the full course

Why do even the trees seem to stare

Though I feel the same towards them

Seeming to be secretly replaced

As this land I set my feet upon does

Passion I recall was the epitome of my life

So why do I only sit and ponder about it

Lounging like I'm one hundred years past due

Knowing there's no point in dwelling

But still thinking about these answers

Not knowing the question I want to ask

Laying down I'll think about it

Maybe one day I'll fade back into my reality

So until then

I'll just close my eyes

Just staying on the black transitioning screen

Known as sleep

Until I understand the questions

That my answers so seek

When I open my eyes up once more

I wonder what I'll be thinking of that day