Existing

It is but a pill I swallow
Not bitter, but not sweet either
The meandering path I follow
Not, knowing where it leads, like a feather
Tossed, and floating I travel

I was, but I'm not
Things I love, some still so
Others have changed
Draped in realism, dreams have disappeared

Different hues paint the horizon
A burst of "light"-- was it?
Is the very reason
That it all comes down in a bit
Down or up or is it sideways, is still but unknown

Hollow, numb and void of nothing
It is but a pattern laid out
I just follow
There is but nothing that I hope to see ahead