January 19
I’m drugged and blinded.
Feeling my way along.
It’s impossible to see
through the haze.
So I feel my way along.
I hope I know the way.
I can find it without a map,
Without instructions.
Can I feel my way along?
Impaired I can’t reason
I don’t know how to wake
And know what to do.
So I simply feel my way along.