sometimes those who wander are lost

have you ever woken up one day and felt surreal , like you were living in a salvador dali painting.
just slightly out of phase with the rest of reality, your sky one shade darker .
your heart a feather weight heavier, your soul dancing lonely on the head of a pin.
outside looking in all is well..inside looking out , drifting in the eye of a hurricane
waiting to be pulled apart by the gale force winds of life.
ghosts of souls who have gone before whispering softly
i can't understand the words .
close your eyes and spin slowly into oblivion