“Where has she gone?”

I know they must wonder

My room now seems empty

My speech full of blunders


Obsessed by something

Of which I cannot speak

I seem to disappear

Through a tiny hole I’ve leaked


One drop at a time

Till I was all gone

It must seem amiss

But nothing is wrong.


How can I explain

How reality shifts?

It sounds like madness

Yet pleasantly it drifts


Though unsettling at times

The landscape, it changes

New vistas I see

Of infinite ranges


Which are somehow familiar

And beckon me “Come!”

As I learn to navigate

By this New World's sun.