Lost in Public

Pulling me, back into the fog that I saw before.

I can't tell the way that I'm going anymore, or where I was when before I got here.

Rowing upstream is much easier than I'd ever had imagined it would be.
I was always afraid of drowning, but then I stopped caring.

I'm lost from where I should be at, and my senses have found a new path of their own.

I've been treading in this tepid water for so long I'm probably infected.
The stagnant waters have cause retardation of the sacred things.

Have you seen my mother? I must have lost my way tonite. Excuse me, have you seen my father?

Have you seen my consciousness' state of repair?

Hanging crooked, but paralell is perfect, that's how it always should be.
Slightly leaned forward, but ever so slight, as we wouldn't want it to fall over.