Dazed

Mom, remember this...
Mom, remember that...
How can I explain to them
Some days I can't even 
Remember where I'm at?

I've tried so hard,
I'm trying still,
But the fog in my head
Makes it hard to do
Even the simplest of things.

Did You Really Say That To Me?

Our changed views of the world become our normal out look. Everything is different, absolutely everything. Some things will right them selves, but most will remain changed and we become use to that change. It becomes our way of life. Just as we see the colors of the universe darken, we see people for who they truly are. Another painful rite of passage into this strange new land.