Something Is Missing

I look up but I see down,
I wonder how I lost the ground,
I feel like I can’t catch myself,
Like I’m falling away in such stealth,
It’s something only I can see,
Something from which I can’t flee,
Sometimes I wonder what’s going on,
On those nights I stay up long past dawn,
I find it funny how tired I feel,
That my body acts like sleep isn’t real,
It’s odd that my brain thinks it can take a break,
Not while I’m dreaming but when I’m awake,
Sometimes I feel like my mind doesn’t have thoughts,
And I try to think but my attempts are fought,
And I try to do nothing but nothing’s not fine,
It’s as though my soul’s searching for something I’ve left behind,
I try to remember but I guess I forgot,
The thing that my conscious has so vigorously sought,
It’s like a puzzle that’s white and some pieces are missing,
Like the tea pot is empty but it doesn’t stop hissing,
So I often sit and wonder what it could possibly be,
This one little detail that keep’s me from me,
It’s right in front of my face but it’s blocking my eyes,
It’s not trying to hide that’s why there’s no disguise,
I’m going to go now and think just once more,
And maybe I’ll see something that I missed before.