Unhinged

In hindsight, I would feel far more comfortable if the words had never left my lips,
The turning of a new leaf invites my mind to wander,
 As its fallen companions take part in a lonely march on the autumn breeze,
Their pallet a colorful wash against the dull blue sky of me,
Routine has a way of dulling the edges and tearing at my seams,
What was once a solid vision is now fragmented,
A million shards beneath my feet,
I lost sight of me,
Lost sight of the shoreline,
Adrift without a sail,
For six long days and five long nights I sat alone,
Inner monologue composing a symphony of self doubt and denial,
Preaching words that I will seldom repeat,
The current dragging me into the deep,
It’s at this point I realize I’m asleep,
The unfathomable depths nothing more than a mere puddle splashing at my ankles,
I’ve been asleep at the wheel,
Weaving between lines that aren’t even real,
Putting my head down,
Hoping that people will just steer clear,
This is my fear,
To climb these mighty mountains,
To sit atop their snow dusted peaks,
Just to ignore the view,
Because whenever I look upon this landscape of me,
All I see is you.