Sometimes I wake up and don’t know where I am.
I look at the ceiling and the walls and the floor
And still don’t know where I am.
Or why I am.
I get up and get changed into clothes I don’t recognise
And go to work unsure how I know where I’m going.
I do a job I don’t understand
And go back to a home that I forgot
And eat food I’ve never seen
And go to bed
And hope I wake up
And know what the hell is going on.
© Carl Burkitt 2018